Caricamento in corso...

compressed in pressure

it’s like everyone is ok and they’ve moved on without me and they’re not suffering but I’m stuck here in a rut and I can’t move and I can’t cry and I can’t smile and it just sucks because I can’t do anything right or anything at all.
I’m drowning in no water and I’m dying at my own hand and I can’t breathe and I feel so alone in a room full of people and it just sucks when you’d rather be some kind of animal or inanimate object because they don’t go through these feelings. I don’t know why the things that happen did all I know is that it hurts so fucking bad and that I feel ashamed for hurting this bad. I want to die and prove them all wrong at the same time but I’m just some kid and I can’t stand being like this. I can’t stand being me I can’t stand feeling anything I can’t stand affection or love if any kind but I know that I have to have it and I have so much to say and write but I can’t find the words I’m choked up on an over analysis of thoughts, and a lack of beautiful words.  I want them not to think these awful things and I want them to know EXACTLY how it feels but I can’t bring myself to think  of them in pain. what’s wrong with me?

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