racing thoughts. my pounding head..
I am either numb, or I feel too much. I wish there was a button that I could just push to feel any source of constant... just something, anything....
I dont like feeling as though nothing will stop, I wish I could calm my breathing, I wish my heart didn't race.
I wish I didn't care. I wish I didn't go to public with my inhaler just because I know at some point the walls will come crashing in.
I wish there weren't these voids, and I wish I wasn't this way.
but eventually I will have a constant I know I will. I just have to keep hope.
YOU ARE READING
broken girl
Thơ cathese are my thoughts just based off of what I've been thru. *trigger warning* even if it's bad, it is just a way to release emotions, please be nice
