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When you read a creation by someone
Someone you don’t even know
And their feelings are the same
The same ones you’ve been feeling
A part of your broken heart,
It heals.

When you grow up,
A sadness sets in
Realizing that everything
That once seemed promising
Never actually came true.
I’ll never wonder more
Whether it was better than
To dream of the future while
Dreading the present
Or now, to wish for the past
While fearing the future.

What always seemed to hurt the most was the times that you acted as if you really didn’t care.
I wanted your attention so badly and I never really got it, I was never really shown the reality of what you felt.
You would tell me over and over you love me and that you didn’t think of them ahead of me, yet it seemed so superficial. As if nothing went further than the surface.
I wouldn’t even care if you don’t accept my life or my choices, I just want to hear it. I want to hear that you hate me so at least I feel emotion.
I think you taught me to be less alive, don’t get that mistaken, it’s not something I like or appreciate, I feel numb and the thing about it, is that even being frozen is uncomfortable.
I never wanted that, I just wanted something real.

Some days I feel so alone
That the silence could break my heart
And it has before, it’s broken me.
I still loved, I still breathed, I still lived
Yet I was dead, I died, I am not alive.
Not today, not tomorrow, not ever.
Sometimes it hurts so much I don’t know what to do with myself
I walk around and no one knows.
Not even the people closest to me,
But this is me, this is who I am.
I can’t really question much else.

Life was easier then
But you’re happier now,
Aren’t you?

You deleted your Facebook
And that was the only place we still lived
Now you’re really gone,
Now there is no more signs
No more proof that it happened
Perhaps I should be happy,
Because I’ve long since
Moved on
Yet there is a part of me that feels
Like I should be grieving.

Even if it’s just for today,
Or just for the moment
I love who I am.

If you feel too much, there’s still a place for you here.

If you feel too much, don’t go.

If this world is too painful, stop and rest.

It’s okay to stop and rest.

If you need a break, it’s okay to say you need a break.

This life - it’s not a contest, not a race, not a performance, not a thing that you win.

It’s okay to slow down.

You are here for more than grades, more than a job, more than a promotion, more than keeping up, more than getting by.

This life is not about status or opinion or appearance.

You don’t have to fake it.

You do not have to fake it.

Other people feel this way too.

If your heart is broken, it’s okay to say your heart is broken.

If you feel stuck, it’s okay to say you feel stuck.

If you can’t let go, it’s okay to say you can’t let go.

You are not alone in these places.

Other people feel how you feel.

You are more than just your pain. You are more than wounds, more than drugs, more than death and silence.

There is still some time to be surprised.

There is still some time to ask for help.

There is still some time to start again.

There is still some time for love to find you.

It’s not too late.

You’re not alone.

It’s okay - whatever you need and however long it takes - it’s okay.

It’s okay.

If you feel too much, there’s still a place for you here.

If you feel too much, don’t go.

There is still some time.

-Jamie Tworkowski, founder of To Write Love On Her Arms

11 August 2014

(via mittig)

I tell myself it’s not a problem
That I only feel like this when I’m alone
Then I remember,
Then it comes back
This problem it’s always in the background
I’ve never been
Okay
Just tried to get by.
Just tried to move forward
Think positive, be positive
Day after day, I fail.

I remembered the other day,
Things I left blacked out
Because it hurt just a little too much
I started to bring it closer
Clear out the fuzzy details
It all makes sense
Except for it doesn’t.
You broke me then and I put the pieces back together crooked
Things have never been the same since.
I don’t mean to blame you,

But I blame you.