I miss my old self

I can no longer feel joy, happiness, or anything good

Each time I pick myself up, something hits me

I feel much less alive

I've never felt so messed up and confused in my life

No one is here to fix me, no one is a savior 

Or maybe, I just refuse to be fixed 

"You're the epitome of a messed up wreck." 

that was what he said.

I did not deny. 

I couldn't agree more