Sometimes I Am Proud That All I Did Was Breathe

14 Jan

Some days I dont want to get out of bed because the world is swallowing me

Some days all I want to do is scream YOU WILL NEVER UNDERSTAND

Some days I let fear consume every ounce of my being

Some days I know how stupid it is to let fear control me

Some days I wonder how it got this way

And some days I feel blessed to be this complicated person

Some days singing is the only thing that makes me happy

Some days I curse the world for not GETTING IT

Some days I forgive them for their density

Some days I wish people could live in my shoes for five minutes

But some days I feel like that would be cruel and unusual punnishment

Some days I know I am my biggest critic

But some days I feel like I am my only supporter

Some days I feel so alone

And some days all I wish for is to be alone

 

And some days I should be happy even if all I did that day was

Breathe

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2 Responses to “Sometimes I Am Proud That All I Did Was Breathe”

  1. Nicole January 14, 2013 at 11:00 pm #

    This is beautiful

  2. Grandma January 15, 2013 at 2:07 pm #

    You have such a way of explaining without excess words. Love you.

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