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"hágame limpio." by lord_beanus_christ

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I don’t want to think anymore.
I drown.
myself in these emotions
until I feel
like the weight of them
has left me unable to
.breathe.
I can’t bring myself
to utter the words
that will make everything feel
.okay.
I need help. Please.
Because I can’t do it on my own.
Everyday feels like a constant battle
to survive.

Just let it out.
Breathe.
Breathe.
Breathe.

I was never told that life would be this hard.
I don’t think I would have believed it if I were.
I felt for so long that I was invincible.
That life was so simple, that nothing would ever bring me down.
How naďve I was!
I’ve gotten myself so deep,
and even though I’ve made it my life’s goal
-to succeed
-to figure myself out
-to make amends
-pay these debts
all I want to do is give up
and give in.
let go and let the blood wash over.
Make me clean.
Make these wounds disappear.
Take all this childish hurt
And erase it from these fragile bones


Somebody.
If anyone is listening.

.ineedhelp.




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On Thursday October 25th, 2007, Michelle Xiao (518) writes:
this really touches the epitome of our everyday, it's a constant struggle, I wish we could think differently, but the truth is as you say, just one breath after another.. thank you for sharing your emotions.


On Wednesday October 3rd, 2007, Dancing_Monkey (1881) writes:
*Hands over bananas*


On Wednesday October 3rd, 2007, Aunty Depressant (748) writes:
Hear you loud and clear. Having expectations can be a burden, so hard of a tricky balance to still look ahead and not feel things are daunting, unattainable. Sometimes things don't work out. Sometimes they do. *goes off to struggle with acceptance


On Wednesday October 3rd, 2007, Aunty Depressant (748) writes:
worse is when you attain what you shot for...and still feel empty


On Wednesday October 3rd, 2007, me_the_messenger (174) writes:
i've written so many 'is anybody listening' kind of poems, crys for help, and still, no one responds. i feel for you, and im always here to listen. *messenger


On Wednesday October 3rd, 2007, lord_beanus_christ (14) writes:
thank you messenger. im just feeling sorry for myself, i guess. i have got to get that pity pot!



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