Bad days

I didn't know why, but I felt so incomplete. Something was missing and I just felt terribly vulnerable. 

It was like some strange ghosts were whispering in my ears every night. I was so lost and I didn't have any intention to rise and shine. I thought ''it must be a phase'', it had to be that, my life wasn't bad, my family was nice to me, school was greater than ever, people around me loved me, truly loved me no matter how much a mess my mind would be. And I was just... incomplete. 

Is this happening because I'm a coward? Do I deserve this? Should I accept the feeling and try to move on? Too many questions without the possibility of having an answer. When will this end? Will I survive? Too many thoughts and too little could I talk it out. 

I was just too tired of the routine, I wanted something, I wanted more, but I was too afraid, too caring for others, or maybe just too selfish. Whatever it is, I'm not sure of how much longer can I hold myself and be good with life. Soon will everything come to an end, soon this all will explode...