I can't really muster up words in my times of sorrow, simply because the tears are too over powering.
They send jults through my body, making me gasp for air since my lungs can't take in enough.
The sobs put me into depression, only making matters worse and making me cry out more... Then that's when my brain decides to join in.
It's like my entire body fights against me. No matter how many times I tell myself no or I tell myself to stop, it never works.
The voice inside my head tell me I'm worthless. It tells me I'll never be good enough for anything or for anybody. It tells me I'll never bring anything but sadness and suffering. The worst part is... it's my voice... and I believe it entirely.
My stubbornness has stop accepting compliments. I can't believe anyone when they tell me I'm beautiful, or that I matter. Because I don't. I don't expect anyone to love me because I can't even love myself.
Why would you anyways?