Hello Sam...?

The more I try to please them the more I tend to lose myself and the more I fake a smile to make them happy is the same time I hurt inside. Using every filter trying to impress the blood while they never ask what’s going on in my head, following every step whilst my navigator keeps telling me to turn right but that’s okay it found the nearest route once more.

Hi Hello

I cannot even hear myself think; asking for help has become a knock knock joke. They peak through the windows the moment they hear footsteps they pretend they aren’t at home, I’m not here trying to help you, I’m just enquiring if you have found myself I lost him a couple of years ago. It was due to stress and depression that they caused but failed to heal. Occasionally I tend to find myself but that moment comes occasionally... Occasionally I smile because I’m happy of whom I’ve become, the depressed writer who fails to seek for help.

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“Maybe there isn’t anyone home”

I heard them whisper my future into their friend’s ear but never considered what I wanted to become in my world.

“In 400 metres turn right”

Sigh