The Strings ✃

The Strings I have
in the inner part of
my heart, are not
strong enough. (•́ ᴖ •̀)
-ˋˏ✄┈┈┈┈┈┈
Delicate, sensitive's, weak ones..
because some rough words,
sharp, cruel, cold damp
will slice and cut each one of them. ヽ(°〇°)ﾉ
-ˋˏ✄┈┈┈┈┈┈
I didn't ask being this
way I am now... it's my fault for
developing negative emotions and
overthinking about everything each night. (๑•́ -•̀)
-ˋˏ✄┈┈┈┈┈┈
- ''When will be the right time I'll
stop feeling like this?''
I spoke in a low, quiet, calming voice
to myself, my reflection in the mirror. (っ╥﹏╥ς)
-ˋˏ✄┈┈┈┈┈┈
Then unexpectedly a voice shouts
echoing in my head.
- ''YOU, are the ONLY one who can solve
and fix how you're feeling.'' ٩(ˊᗜˋ*)و
-ˋˏ✄┈┈┈┈┈┈

That's it, I wrote it myself last year in my worst mental state I had ever been in. Remembered about the notebook this was in and wanted to share it to u guyz. ◝(ᵔᗜᵔ)◜

fuckass month it was the worst ever i had been through. Now I try to be a little more cheerful about life and leaving aside my problems.