To be alive means to feel.
You feel heartbreak,
sadness,
happiness,
betrayal,
jealousy.
It's what makes us who we are.
To be alive means to have a reaction.
To act impulsively when you're angry,
cry when you're broken,
laugh when you're happy.
To be alive means to exist.
To be even when you don't want to.
To breathe even if you wish for your last breath.
Sometimes, I wish to not be alive. I don't want to feel, react, or exist.
I just want to be gone.
Invisible, unnoticed.
I just want to be anywhere else but here.
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PuisiEverything written by yours truly. - I'm just going through some shit trying to get through it all alive. "Nobody's perfect" but they always expect you to be.
