How’s it going

She doesn’t really know how it’s going. Ever. She has fun once or twice, sure. But she comes home and feels alone. Feels like she has no one to talk to. She has been through so much. Seeing that boy on the street makes her feel like her heart is being strangled. Seeing that person; that girl who won’t leave her alone…makes her feel weak. Seeing that person, the one who makes her heart flutter, makes her wish she was never alive. She doesn’t feel safe. She just wants to feel happy. But does she even know that feeling? It’s been so long. She tries to find her escape. Laying in her bed every night, just thinking about her life. “Why can’t I find one thing? Just one thing to be thankful for”. She feels hopeless. She feels empty inside. Losing feeling, losing air, and losing hope.