It's Returned.

It's returned.
The hazy feeling of numbness in my head.
The feeling which tells me I'm useless, that the only thing why I came to this earth is to annoy people and burden everyone with my problems.
It's returned.
The voice in my head, screaming at the top of it's lungs that I'm horrible, that I shouldn't be living, asking me if I think I can do this.
It's returned.
The small tugging on my body, which makes my lips turn downwards, making the bags under my eyes darker, the little wrinkles from frowning on my forehead deeper.
The small tugging, which makes my clothes look awfully baggy, hanging on my disappearing frame.
It's returned. The feeling I don't belong here anymore.
It's returned.
It's returned.
It's returned.

...and it's not going away.