Somedays I just can't. Things feel like they are too much. 

I feel like I'm suffocating while I'm breathing at a rapid pace of sucking in the air I can't hold on to.

I wish I felt normal. 

I know I seem to write angsty things on here, but it feels like the only safe place I have. I feel like I can keep myself held at an honest level.

I can't share my trauma with anyone I swear, but here feels like the home I never had.

My mental illness clings to being able to spread the words that few here seem to understand.

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