I find myself returning to this place right here,
this state of emotion where things are so horrid,
where my breath struggles to leave my mouth,
only sighs and bitter tastes remain on my tongue,
it frightens me to know such a state still exists,
that my very existence can be broken down in a state of emotion,
in a state of tears and trauma,
that I don’t think I will ever shake this kind of hurt,
I pray for days where I don’t ever feel again,
where I do not exist in this world,
that I am part of the atmosphere just like the rest,
and here I am, feeling,
traumatised in my own body, trapped within my own flesh,
here lays the girl,
who was not made for this world.