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People pleaser

People see my insecurities and scars; nobody truly understands my battles. Just like people see the stars, you don’t know how far I have traveled. I seem to have taken the role of an adult while I still feel like I am child, like I’m playing house. I try best to keep on smiling, even when I’m hurting, the tears I cry, alone in my home. Mostly from years of hiding in the shadows of the trauma I can’t handle. Overthinking everything makes me ill, forget to take care of myself, keep on finding new bad habits to numb the feels. Lately nothing seems to work, nothing numbs the hurt. Cause when I wake in the morning I’m still me. I’m just a girl, a little girl who feels broken that will do anything to make the people around her feel happy, to be liked even if she sacrifices herself and her mental health. I don’t want to die. I just want to feel alive, find a way to truly live for me myself and I.

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Publicerad 2024-04-02 19:52

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