I cannot breathe, deeper and deeper I drown. Why can't I pull myself out this time? There is a wall I cannot break. I need to find strength, I need to want to find strength. Then again maybe I am meant to sink. Sometimes I feel everything all at once, sometimes I feel nothing at all.
Numb
I look past it all. I feel free, I am happy. How will I ever get there? Will I ever get there? There is so much I want for myself. But here I remain physically unable to move.StuckI want it to stop, make it stop. Help me find that strength to pull myself out. Pretending to be fine, faking that smile, with you I cannot. Making the person I love the person I upset the most.
Hurt
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