All The Spaces In Between

 Somedays, I wonder why I'm here,
I wake
I eat
I have panic attacks
I vomit
I cry
I rinse and repeat.

Somedays I write, and some days I do nothing but sleep the day away because the depression is so bad.

But some days, the days and the spaces in between, I hang out with my friends and I hope I make a lasting impact on their lives, because if not I don't even know why I'm around. 

Most days I feel like a giant waste of space, of life, and resources.

Like what is the point of me?

I don't know what I add to this world.

So if you're feeling this way, know that you're necessary to the people in your life, they think you're valuable and worthy of their time. 

Love,

Phyre

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