being alive is hard
each day
every breath
every beat
every blink
pushing down the thoughts
of what if i just didn’t open my eyes again
what if i stopped
i think that’s what people don’t understand
the act of living is
too much
the days and weeks
the moments that feel
hollow
still my body betrays me
with every second it perseveres
saving me when i don’t even want to save myself
The past few weeks have been rough for me and I have a lot to unpack, but I’ll save that for a different post.
Until next time x
Your body is not betraying you
by making you staying alive
including the people who care
everybody wants the best in life
We need to change perceptions
to learn to draw a boundary line
from that side, there is depression
from this side, we’re healed & fine.
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It’s not your place to tell me how to feel or what to do about it
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