It feels wrong when everything's right
Feels less when it's actually more
Feels lost when you're in the right track
Something's missing when everything's complete
You start to questioning your sanity. Contemplating all moments and still has no string to where did you go wrong? You think you may be insane, for craving dramas and tragedies. For waiting for heartbreaks and emotional breakdowns. For pushing people away. For doubting your self and your own worth. For craving death. As simply because happiness doesn't suit you.
You wonder why you recognize happiness as a form of sadness? And recognize love as chances to get hurt? You only be creative when it comes to harm your self: should it be cutting, or burning your skin, or punching yourself.
And the only thought you think everyday: where and when does it end? Asking the same question for years without ever get an answer. And it's devastating. Killing you slowly. Consume you in toxic way of thinking.
But the scariest part is: this feeling comforts you. Your kind of peace. And you can't deny yourself, you are the one who never let the feeling fades.