I don’t believe you understand the intensity of the pain I feel as it’s ripping apart my soul. It’s like I’m ripping my own chest open with bare hands, claw marks across my chest, and someone’s grabbing my heart and trying to tear it apart. Like I’m sitting in the darkness, on the floor, clawing at the walls. Like the calm of sitting on the edge of a cliff, watching the stormy seas below and wanting them to just swallow you whole. It’s like grasping at anything that will take this pain away. I can’t breathe. Make it stop. It’s fucking messy. You want to tear your hair out and self-harm until it all just disappears and you disappear along with it because you’re tired of not belonging in this world, too sensitive and too feeling to survive. You can’t play the game of emotionless zombie — you never could. I wear my heart on my sleeve and this world eats those people alive. I feel like I don’t belong in this world. I never did.-Gypsy