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Kiara May 2015
I just want to explain how I feel.
My throat is tight and each breath I take I have to spend extra time trying to make sure I can actually breathe.
Sometimes, I can't.
Sometimes, I try to breathe but it won't work and I get dizzy. I feel dead. Numb.
I try so hard just to breathe and it doesn't work.
I want to talk. I wish I could say everything I want to say. But it's really hard to talk when you can't breathe.
I want to love. I want the feelings that I know I used to have back. I want all my feelings back. But, nowadays it's as if I can't feel a thing. Numb.
I tried to cry. For 2 hours. I wanted to know I was still alive, that I was still a person with air and lungs and feelings. No tears came out. I never cried. I want to so bad. I don't know if I am even alive anymore.
But I want to be.
God, I want to live so bad.
I used to think I wanted to die. I used to tell myself I wanted to vanish from life and be gone forever.
I don't..
I want to live. It is so exhausting to want to live. Have you ever wanted to live?
Does anyone, anywhere, want to live?
I can't live. I've been trying for so long and I'm so exhausted. I'm so over it. I am so over wanting to live. Please.
Emma Jan 2015
You were
           living
             breathing
                poetry
complex
   beautiful
    but not always understood
                                  or appreciated.
courtney ropp Nov 2014
To know we are appreciated is what keeps us smiling.

To be shown we are appreciated is what keeps us moving the next 1000 miles.
8 Sept '14
sapphic girl Sep 2014
"
Storms are beautiful
Even though their fierceness
  Shades their inner
                beauty
  Astraphobia drives those
              Who fear
        To scramble for
                 shelter
         Ignoring the way
       They shape the sky
            To decorate it
                                     From the common                          
                      Sight of
                          stars.
"
[ advance apology for the crooked paragraphing ]

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