Hey whatever you call this, Maybe depression, maybe social anxiety or trauma.

I just want you to go and have my life back like it was a year ago. I'm no more a person who loves to go outside or love brightness, I'm just a hopless person.

Why you came into my life? Was it destined to me that I need to suffer. I tried to survive but now I'm just tired and think that It'd have been so much better If I died that day.

I'm struggling, I haven't cried since that day. I can't deal all those trauma alone, I'm not a strong person I was never.

I just want everything to end for me because I already lost myself. I hate why you came into my life at the first place.