It’s hard to cope sometimes, with life.
Whether it’s dealing with people or feelings or things that happened and weren’t supposed to.
Most of the time, I can’t help but being ridiculously sad or depressed.
Some days I can’t deal with it, so people ask me if I’m okay.
I’m not, and that’s alright, I guess.
But sometimes it’s not.
I feel myself becoming bluer by the hour, minute, second even.
I fall into a deep, black abyss and I can’t concentrate.
I become dull and I feel disconnected.
My body is there, going through the motions but mentally I’m in a hole.
A lot of people think things about me that can be painful to hear.
But I think the same about myself.
It’s worse when you hear what you think, from someone else’s mouth.
A lot of people tell me that I don’t let anyone in and it’s true.
Some have even told me that I am numb, inside and out.
I think it’s from shock, or from being overwhelmed as a middle school student always is.
The only way out is a tiny rope, mentally that is.
The blob that represents my soul has to climb, extremely slow, up that rope.
And then I’m fine.