Am I living?
Am I still breathing?
does the fags that I smoke, kill me?
Am I living or just breathing?
I actually don't know anymore.
I want to die but at the same time I don't want to die
What Am I really living for?
Can someone please tell me, If you can call this
a living.
Can someone please tell me if i need saving
can someone just......
please.
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Author:
Malia.B (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: April 30th, 2022 19:13
- Comment from author about the poem: This is what I'm feeling right now.
- Category: Sad
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Comments1
Yes dear,you are, breathing, and living, that precious heart in your chest is beating to a rhythm of it's own, you're special in so many ways and are living in a world full of beauty, just open your heart and accept the miracle of life, enjoy the fresh air, the sun shining on your face, enjoy the songs of the birds and the aroma of the beautiful flowers, accept God's love and feel your worth and your breathing grow stronger and your life grow fuller, believe in yourself
Thank you so much. I actually feel so empty right now.
I really appreciate your words
Message me anytime ok, when ever you're ready to talk
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