To want to live, seems like an involuntary response of being alive.
For me, this idea seems impossible to maintain.
I must be abnormal.
I see life as a gift to those who want to live it.
Unfortunately, I feel as though it must not have been meant for me.
What i feel does not compare to logic.
I drag myself along everyday.
I just try to make it without following through with my ideas of death.
I am told over and over that I have so much going for me.
I can't see it.
It's like i trap myself.
I'm trapped
in my own mind
in my own feelings
in my own awkwardness
The sad part is, i've done it to myself.
I feel as though i could never be ok.
They all see what i feel, as something that is simple.
It's honesty quite complex.
I try to hide it and lead a semi life.
It's getting exhausting, unbearable, and it's never ending.
When can i just be FREE???
