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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