I feel like my soul has died. I can’t cry; it’s all in my chest, that choked-up feeling you get in your throat. I can’t smile. It’s like I have to force it because my face has no expression anymore, and I don’t want anyone to think it’s weird. I can’t sleep because I constantly have nightmares, and it feels like it does nothing but make me feel worse. I can’t eat; I can’t even talk to anyone because it’s like I have nothing to say anymore. I can’t take a simple shower, and when I do, I don’t even feel refreshed anymore. My body is sensitive, and it feels heightened, where just the shower hurts my skin. It’s like I don’t care about anything or anyone anymore, but then the other part of me cares about everything and everyone. I sit and tell myself to stop having a heart because everyone has literally destroyed me, and that’s why I feel this way. I realized I gave everything I had for people who weren’t truly friends. I have nothing; I am homeless and don’t have anyone, but others have so much more and still manage to take and take. I care, but I don’t. It doesn’t make sense, I’m sure, but I sit and fight myself all day, and it’s unbearable. I can’t do anything because it’s taking all I have to not lose my heart because that part that doesn’t care scares me. I want to hurt everyone who’s hurt me when I didn’t deserve it, and I let them over and over, meaning to destroy them. I know I can, and I’d feel nothing. But then that other part cares, and I know I need to give to those who deserve it and who need it. Just black and white is all I see and feel, and I’m trying to not let it go completely black. I never wanted this to happen. It’s like I’m a dead man walking, and all I want to do is make the world better and keep showing what I stand for. But the other part wants to light it all on fire and watch it burn, and I’d feel nothing. I feel everything but nothing, and it’s a constant fight to not let that side come out because they’ll win. I just take it out on myself, and one day it’ll go too far like I’ve tried, and I won’t make it out to see that light. I’m okay with that. I can’t even off myself right. I also wouldn’t be here had I had DNR on my records, and I wish I didn’t come back.















