Camila. C-A-M-I-L-A.
When I hear those words,
It’s like I’m listening to a broken glass.
I think of myself as if I were the only Camila
Out there. As if I’m the only lonely
Person in this world who has the desire
To just die.
I take a deep breath, and let it out.
I take another one, do the same.
I do that to relief the pain, stress
And anxiety.
But really, is it helpful enough to make
Those powerful things go away?
Don’t think so.
I try to ride. I try to listen.
I try to do my best. I try to be the best in everything.
Best friend, best student, best counselor etc.
I try to be done riding this rollercoaster
That only goes down.
I try to make the best out of every moment.
But they just end like everything I do,
****** up.
Apr 16, 2014
Apr 16, 2014 at 2:53 PM UTC
Camila. C-A-M-I-L-A.
When I hear those words,
It’s like I’m listening to a broken glass.
I think of myself as if I were the only Camila
Out there. As if I’m the only lonely
Person in this world who has the desire
To just die.
I take a deep breath, and let it out.
I take another one, do the same.
I do that to relief the pain, stress
And anxiety.
But really, is it helpful enough to make
Those powerful things go away?
Don’t think so.
I try to ride. I try to listen.
I try to do my best. I try to be the best in everything.
Best friend, best student, best counselor etc.
I try to be done riding this rollercoaster
That only goes down.
I try to make the best out of every moment.
But they just end like everything I do,
****** up.
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