Why Am I Paranoid As Hell

I hate that feeling.

That feeling when you are sad but I have no idea why.

I feel so fucking empty.

But nothing in particular happened.

They ask you what’s wrong.

But you can’t explain.

Or they don’t even ask anything.

I don’t know which is worse.

Sometimes I feels like there’s always someone watching.

The night is when is it kicks in.

The paranoia.

I hate the nights where I feel hollow inside.

I’m deliberate every night I lay in bed.

My feelings are always omnipresent.

I notice when the way someone talks to me.

They start to change.

I always wonder why they make that expression.

But it never bothers me.

Because many people come and go.

But that’s the way life goes.


CC BY-SA 4.0 “Why I’m Paranoid As Hell” by Jessika is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-ShareAlike 4.0 International License.


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