Most days I’m an emotional wreck
I hate that feeling when you know
that a friend is dealing with something no one should ever have to deal with, but you live too far away to be of any actual use. All you can do is just…
I don’t believe I’ve ever been so utterly depressed that it’s physically difficult to breathe.
I don’t know if I knew that was possible:
To feel as if every sad and heart-crushing thought that has ever passed through my mind is being stuffed down my throat and all I can do is lie there and try to suck in air. I don’t cry, I don’t scream or yell at God, I don’t even think really. I just lie there and try to breathe.
So sometimes I go to youtube and look up Hunger Games fanmade videos and I just scroll through the list of heartbreaking scenes put to gut-wrenching music. I never click on anything because I know that if I do I will spend the next hours wrapped in a blanket of used tissues and sobbing because their story is the most heart-demolishing that I’ve heard.
Well I know what I didn’t want to know.
And I saw.
Where I didn’t want to go.
So I took the path less traveled on.
And I let my stories be whispered when I’m gone.
And I saw.
Where I didn’t want to go.
So I took the path less traveled on.
And I let my stories be whispered when I’m gone.
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| — | Lily Kershaw (As It Seems) |
