Nothing is easy. Nothing will ever be easy. You love too much. You care too much. You want too much. You aren't enough. But you are. Thoughts are screaming at you. Your mind is racing. You are trying. Trying to save everyone. Trying to breathe. Trying to give your oxygen to people who can already breathe because you care. You try to hide the scars you have carved in your skin. You are afraid. You are nothing. But you are something. Mind is fucking up again. They broke you. They promised you. They broke it. They broke your smile. They broke your tears. They fell down your face. You still care. You still want. You still need. They don't. That's what leaves you up at night. You give your all. You feel worthless. It was your fault. No it wasn't. PLEASE STOP. YOU ARE HURTING ME.
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Its Okay To Hurt.
Non-FictionLife can get the best of us. I want you to know you aren't alone. You are never alone.
