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Sometimes I Feel as If I Can't Breathe. Everytime I Think About How happy i use to Be I Start To Cry And It's Hard to Breathe.
do you know the feeling Of Being Empty.And Hating Yourself.
Giving Into The Voices In The Back Of My Head.
"Do It.." "They Don't Care.."
It Hurts.. To Think About the Memories.. How It Felt to be Loved..And to Be Happy...
It Hurts To Feel This Way..
I Can't Escape These Feelings..
Everytime I Think About the Memories...
I Feel So Empty...
I Never Knew That I Could Feel So Lost And Broken
do you know the feeling Of Being Empty.And Hating Yourself.
Giving Into The Voices In The Back Of My Head.
"Do It.." "They Don't Care.."
It Hurts.. To Think About the Memories.. How It Felt to be Loved..And to Be Happy...
It Hurts To Feel This Way..
I Can't Escape These Feelings..
Everytime I Think About the Memories...
I Feel So Empty...
I Never Knew That I Could Feel So Lost And Broken
Published 31st Aug 2014
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- Edited 14th May 2018 10:07pm
31st Aug 2014 8:28pm
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31st Aug 2014 10:09pm
Happiness doesn't just pool in one outlet of your timeline--
All of your happy moments aren't just sitting in your past, they are spread out all across your life.
And, yes, there are shadows to every light, but you should always step through such dark spots knowing that you'll reach the light on the other side.
You're not lost--you've found your room that contains everything that keeps you anchored here, Angel. And that room is yours, but it is not your prison.
You can break down its walls, and tear off its ceiling in order to grow, make room--to be as free or as controlled as YOU see fit.
You seem to lack trust in those that are trying to save you--And of course there will be those who couldn't give damns about you.
But you should see after awhile that there are those real souls that actually want to either drag you from your shadows and doubt or join you to give you company.
Quitting is your choice, you have every right to do so--Or you can take every step through the dark and agony and stay strong.
Instead of folding like the weak.
If you quit, then every dream and desire, every want and happy thought will crumble with it. Your room would cease to exist and would collapse upon itself--
Because you are the center of this room. You hold those particular orbits together--
And that is your safe-zone.
I am not just some face-less voice trying to force a flashlight into your hands. I want to help you, and you know that I can, and that I give a damn if you lose yourself in the dark--
So, talk to me--Don't allow yourself to eat away at everything you are.
Because if my words are false, then everything in the world is wrong.
All of your happy moments aren't just sitting in your past, they are spread out all across your life.
And, yes, there are shadows to every light, but you should always step through such dark spots knowing that you'll reach the light on the other side.
You're not lost--you've found your room that contains everything that keeps you anchored here, Angel. And that room is yours, but it is not your prison.
You can break down its walls, and tear off its ceiling in order to grow, make room--to be as free or as controlled as YOU see fit.
You seem to lack trust in those that are trying to save you--And of course there will be those who couldn't give damns about you.
But you should see after awhile that there are those real souls that actually want to either drag you from your shadows and doubt or join you to give you company.
Quitting is your choice, you have every right to do so--Or you can take every step through the dark and agony and stay strong.
Instead of folding like the weak.
If you quit, then every dream and desire, every want and happy thought will crumble with it. Your room would cease to exist and would collapse upon itself--
Because you are the center of this room. You hold those particular orbits together--
And that is your safe-zone.
I am not just some face-less voice trying to force a flashlight into your hands. I want to help you, and you know that I can, and that I give a damn if you lose yourself in the dark--
So, talk to me--Don't allow yourself to eat away at everything you are.
Because if my words are false, then everything in the world is wrong.
