I'm left in the fate of time "no more"I tell myself "It's not that bad"I reason to myself sometimes the issues are so bad not any form of writing or rhyme could fit it's level of prime. It's the feeling of being uncomplete that keeps me awake that feeling that I regret somethings I didnt even do,make me tremble and shake. It always is the same "it's not that bad"I tell myself "it's not that bad"I reason to myself "it's not that bad"I question to myself "it's not that bad?"I concern myself but it always ends the same "it cannot be that bad." but I know I truly don't love me,or my body and that drives me to be sad so many things that are rock bottom for me before have turned into forever storms,without the calm sometimes I want a hand somebody to tell me im okay,and pull me out of this hell by my palm I can never say im okay without lying. with all the relationships and friendships I've been untying I don't know how im still surviving but I know I'm still hurting