Mental Space

Being loved will help but not something that's fake and will break. I'm not sorry to say I'm here to stay. Some people may never love it like you but it's their loss. Falling from grace just like a snowflake. Elegant when coming down but once I reach the ground I'm like the dirt trampled on the ground.The Feeling of lost floats around the stress in my head making me wish I were dead. The need to be free is all I see, only to find out my happiness should be in me. What is the point if I never feel enough, trying my best to stay ahead instead of being left behind like the past. Reaching a point of having mental breakdowns yet none noticed. I'm screaming in my head why not just be dead or what the hell should I do for you society and people. Right now my mental capacity is on the verge of bursting. Compassion is what I'm looking for, yet the facades are all I get. I'm sorry to say I can't bother to be bothered, so now I'm in my head surviving not living, at least that's what I think.