Why I am losing it.

I am starving, for one thing.

My entire life I never understood why I was depressed,

until I was fulfilled.

When he touched me.

When he hugged me.

I finally let myself go for someone and he destroyed me.

My skin is hungry again.

The mental trauma manifests itself physically, through anxiety.

I am angry

I am stressed.

I have trouble keeping relationships.

I am lonely.

I long for a connection, I don’t feel human.

Nothing feels right.

I don’t feel like I have a family,

Life feels hollow, empty.

I no longer feel that my mother is my mother, I see her as a stranger. I see everyone was strangers.

I’m lost.

I’m not ugly, but my environment does not allow me to touch anyone I know.

And it destroys me.

My skin is hungry.

Someone hug me.