I have a hard time even being in my own skin.
Like I’m drowning.
Drowning in thoughts and sadness.
If a wave of thoughts just took me, would that be such a bad thing?
They take me everyday.
Will anything ever be good enough?
That bitter taste of life.
Bills, stress, anxiety…
God must have said “Hey bless Felicia with this life.”
Besides my family, what use am I getting out of it?
You can say I need to fight to get what I want, but does it need to be so fucking hard all the time?
I say I hate being in my own skin, that’s just another fight alone.
You know me by now. I’m super loving, but why can’t I love myself and my life.
Why is it never good enough?
Why can’t I just feel okay?
Okay…Such a long word.
Life vs myself vs just shut up and get over it, right?
I can’t do it just as much as the person reading this.
I will, hopefully.
I will make something of myself.
You feel that, but as you step further and further into the ocean, eventually the current wants to take you.
You fight back, but realize… Wait a second? Everything will be okay if you don’t fight.
You can’t hold on to your last breathe forever.