Some days it's just hard.
Some days I try less and some days I'm to tired .
Some days I just want to be loved and some days I just want to find somebody.
Some days there is a hard rock stuck in my throat, so hard to swallow.
Some days I breathe deeply, just to calm my emotions and some days I look around and realize I have been doing this for so long that it became a habit.
Some days I wish I made the other choice.
Some days I just lay and replay every conversation and every emotion every scenario that is different from the current. Some days I'm just numb and don't have the energy to even speak. Some days I think about how fast everything is moving and somedays I wish for someone to press pause so I can catch my breath. Some days all I wanna do is just sleep cause it is my form of suicide.
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