I’m broken.

I’m broken. I’m broken. I’m broken. I’m broken. I’m broken. I’m broken. I’m broken.

That has to be the explanation. I don’t fit anywhere...

I’m broken. I’m out of place. I’m out of place.

No one pays attention to my feelings because they think I’m fine.

How many times do I have to say I’m okay to admit that I’m not?

How many times do I have to say I’m okay to convince myself I am?

I’m not fine. I’m not okay. I don’t belong here. I have tried everything.

I’m broken.

I’ve been broken too much to be fixed.

I’m crawling through life begging for people to help, yet no one sees my cry. I’m not okay and I need to feel joy again without having it fade within an hour. I need peace and silence. I need these thoughts to silence and tears to cease. I need trandquility. But I’m broken. I can’t be fixed even if I wanted.

P.s. I usually only use notes to realease my negative thoughts as to not dissolve into tears. And so, I'm sorry if it's hard to understand or if it's different from other submissions.