I do not matter is how I feel
But is it real?
I sit there, in the darkness
Wondering why I feel Melancholy.
Am I really perceived the way I view myself,
Or is it paranoia?
My insecurities range inside whilst I conceal them from the surface.
The misery I feel when being ignored,
can’t be expressed enough by my tears.
Each teardrop taking away bits and pieces of my emotions.
I feel nothing but sorrow, hence I desire to not feel at all.
I would rather be numb than be drowning in misery,
detached from my wailing heart.
~Florence-Farah