I’m almost unrecognizable now that I’m not walking on the eggshells you threw in my path
Those who are suffering should never have to feel guilty for not wanting to be in their own skin. You are allowed to feel pain. You are allowed to feel like you want to give up.
I understand that while you hold me in higher regards than just any other other woman, something inside of you can’t seem to feel the undeniable need to be with me.
I sought out the love from others by being honest with my struggle, admitting when I wasn’t okay instead of trying desperately to cover it up.
Tell me, how does one fake feeling as though they are having a heart attack, feeling as if their airways are closing, their body is shutting down, yet at the same time wants to run far, far away?