Sometimes I feel as if I’m here physically but not really. I’m lost in my own mind and there’s nothing I can do about it. I don’t know where I want to go but I know it’s not where I am. I’m stuck in this constant battle of finding myself. Once I believe I find a part of me the world brings me back down. I try to guide myself in the direction I want to go. However it seems like every time I try to take a step I am stuck. I am prisoner of my own thoughts and feelings and there is nothing I can do about it. I’m trapped in my own mind and it’s tearing me apart. On the outside I look okay but on the inside I’m screaming for someone to help guide to a happy place.
do you ever look around at the big crowds of people around you and realize everyone has a story and memories and family and troubles and achievements and a first kiss and a broken heart but you’ll never know any of it and every human life is really intricate and expansive but oh they’ve walked into a shop and you’ll never see them again and you’ll never know just what they were thinking