It was a rainy day that made me realize the black whole that has been expanding inside. For so long I have lost myself to the eyes of society and that "he said, she said." It punctured my heart so tremendously that I could honestly say: "I don't know who I am anymore." I am not here. I have not been here. I need to come back...
Every single thing, person, animal, plant, ect., has a purpose on Earth. But what is mine? Most people don't know how to answer that. I used to know. I thought that my purpose in life was to help others because that made me happy. The problem with that is that I have not been reciprocated that same help.
Yes, I feel alone in a crowd of people but you will never know until I tell you. Yes, I cry every once in a while not only because I feel lost, but because I cannot seem to find that spark to regain my life back.
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Every single thing, person, animal, plant, ect., has a purpose on Earth. But what is mine? Most people don't know how to answer that. I used to know. I thought that my purpose in life was to help others because that made me happy. The problem with that is that I have not been reciprocated that same help.
Yes, I feel alone in a crowd of people but you will never know until I tell you. Yes, I cry every once in a while not only because I feel lost, but because I cannot seem to find that spark to regain my life back.
*Feel free to comment, ask questions, or just say "Hey!"*