When did I want to cry turn into I want to die?
Was it somewhere between the five funerals and student loans?
When did waking up become a chore?
Was it before or after I lost the energy to cry myself to sleep?
When did other people's problems become my coping mechanism?
Was it when I forgot how to feel my own emotions or did I decide other people were easier?
When did happy start feeling like a lie?
Was is when I needed happy the most and it wouldn't help?
When did my skin start to burn as I panic?
Was it when I stopped letting myself feel hurt?
When did my chest start hurting every minute?
Is this what being hurt makes you feel like?
Why can't I remember being okay?
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Feelings
PoetryJust a collection of poems, maybe a few short stories, and a couple rants...
