Releasing myself from the ones I felt bound to

Where do you draw the line? When everyone keeps taking from you, when do you make it stop? When do you decide enough is enough? I have become a life guard, there to help people who are drowning. Recently, I have noticed all those I try to help are flailing too much and are pushing me under the tide in order for them to rise up. Of course, it isn’t purposeful, but it doesn’t dismiss the fact that is happening. As they catch their breath, my lungs fill with water. I’ve learned to swim, and I am pretty damn good at it, so why am I drowning? I have given people pieces of my foundation in order for them to build up their stability. I learned to build my home, quite strong, so why is it crumbling? I realized, I was giving away pieces of myself hoping that if I gave enough away I would disappear. Turns out, you don’t disappear. You just become used and exhausted. That’s right. They used me. I wasn’t being generous, they were being selfish. I made excuses for people because I believed all they needed was a little help and I thought I could be that help. But they didn’t want help, they wanted someone to hold them above the water. And I realized the more exhausted I became that I was spending my strength to spare someone else’s heart ache. I was carrying their baggage on my back on top of my own and I apologized every time it slipped. Can you imagine? Apologizing when you were already carrying their load. I built myself up and I chose not to be the victim of my life but the hero of my own story. It’s time for everyone else to do the same. My whole body is shaking. Anger is seeping through my skin. Anger for all of the people who have used me and then blamed me for their short comings. Anger for the people I supported but smothered me in their own disappointment when I wasn’t looking.  I cannot keep hurting myself for people who want to soak in the stench of the parts of life that didn’t work for them. And I WILL NOT be angry anymore. I have had enough anger and I refuse to hold it any longer. I don’t have room in my heart for it. My heart will forever overflow with love but I will not distribute it to the people who throw it in the backseat leaving myself with nothing. My love does not come with conditions but there is no warranty. When you break it, it is gone. But when you accept it, it can grow flowers. I would know. I can see it in myself sometimes. I used to think it was others planting them.  The ones I thought loved me as much as I loved them, but it wasn’t. It was me all along. Of course they died quickly because I wouldn’t water them. I’ve never been good at keeping plants alive. I never could agree with someone when they said that you can’t love someone else until you love yourself. I always believed that was a lie and I still believe it is partially a lie because I haven’t loved myself in a very long time but I have so much love to offer. So I gave it to others. While giving away so much of my love, even to those who didn’t deserve it, I learned to love parts of myself. The happiest parts, the most selfless parts, the most open parts, the parts that saw the best in people when everyone else refused to. That has gotten me hurt quite a few times, but it is the part of me I love the most because if no one else can see beyond the flaws to the most beautiful parts of someone, at least I could and hopefully I helped others see it too. Wanting to fix people. such a problem. A large reason behind of the aforementioned. Something I should to learn to do more sparingly, but for some reason I really don’t want to. My empathy makes me, me and if it is the part I love most about me, even if it hurts so, I cannot change it. It’s the only part of me where I can keep the flowers alive. Taking care of yourself is important and there are so many different ways to water your plants. My way might hurt sometimes, but its filled with love and will never again be overshadowed with anger.

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Void

She is stuck. I cannot tell you where she is because I cannot find her. She is lost in the void between here and her mind. Drifting slowly almost to avoid the end of the vast emptiness. The ability to avoid all the feeling. She is no longer here. Her body is an empty capsule carrying around her demons she left behind. The bruises left from her past. The pieces of her past she wished to no longer carry. Any sense of feeling she had left was abandoned in that vessel. You may ask how one can choose to feel nothing but if you knew what she felt you would choose to be numb as well. She has been tossed to the outer most depths of the world just to be reeled back in by empty promises of comfort and happiness. She has been stripped of trust and vulnerability. She has built her wall only to abandon it when it proves to be useless. She is done searching for something to fill the void within her that seems to swallow everything in its wake…including herself. She succumbs to the emptiness and gives herself to the darkness within allowing her mind to slip away. She is missing. She does not want to be found.

And even though it is over, every word of this is still the true.

If I leave, if we stop this, if all of this ends, I’m not coming back. I can’t say goodbye a hundred times a come back after every one. My mind is spiraling with all of the possibilities but I have yet to arrive at a solution. I come from a place of not knowing what the hell I’m doing but I need you to tell me that we won’t just let this go because, to be honest, its easier to breathe when you’re around. It’s easier to see and it’s easier to smile. You said you love my smile, don’t let it fade. I’m begging you. I have already left once. I lost everything. I have found so much more but I lost so much and I will never not think about that because when I think about leaving here, It feels like I’m leaving home all over again.

Reparation

I prepared myself for the end so many times, but it still hurt just as much when it came. Though, I don’t think it is the end that hurt. It is the thought that you are okay without me. So much of me believed that we were only together because you wanted someone and quite honestly it didn’t matter who that someone was. I was just convenient. I prayed day in and day out that I was wrong, that you could still look at me the way you did when we started to fall. I guess you proved me wrong. Your words stabbed me straight through my stomach and I felt it through my whole body. I keep letting myself think that these people are planting flowers in me but it is just me planting flowers in my eyes, looking through rose colored glasses, praying that the petals won’t drift away. Fortunately enough, I think you poisoned them. I loved you but you couldn’t love me enough for real words. I crave the closure that can only come from your mouth but I realize day after day that I will never get it. I don’t know how to get past this. I can easily say I hate you, better yet, say I don’t care about you anymore. The truth is, when I look through my pictures of you, when I look through our old texts, I remember why I fell in love and how deeply I still am stuck in it. Like a sticky substance covering the floor before the exit, I get stuck every time. The same question runs trough my head persistently through the day. Why could I not be enough? Why am I never enough?

The Storm is Coming

You know the thunderstorms? The ones that somehow strip all of your worry away. They are these intensely stressful thing in our atmosphere. There is just so much energy put into one ten minute spell of thunder and rain and wind and lightning. maybe the reason they are so calming is all of our stress and energy is stripped from our bodies and pulled into our surroundings to be used purely for the storm. And the moments right before, when you can feel the air shift. The breeze harsh but soft all at the same time. The smell, it’s like the world froze for a few minutes and you can smell the release. We talk about the calm before the storm a lot. Those exact moments are everything blissful right before the sky open up and fall upon our heads, but there is a difference from when we use that phrase that the reality of nature. When we say the calm before the storm, it’s generally because we know our lives are about to turn around completely. I wish when I said that I am feeling the calm before the storm right now, that I was about to feel the release I do when an actual storm starts, but I’m not. I can feel the storm surging and the longer we push it off the stronger it grows, the more energy it is going to have. My body gains more and more tension by the day and the anxiety builds in my chest. I can’t keep wondering where this is going to go. We have two options and one of them scares these shit out of me. Do I let these last few days pass and try to enjoy them but get caught in the rain when the storm starts or do I get a head start and hope the storm doesn’t start until I can watch it from inside. Either way there is a storm coming. The question is, how willing am I to get wet?

Don’t ask this of me.

All my life has been a series of people telling me I have been doing it wrong. A never ending circle of you’re doing it wrong. It is everything I heard at home. From family, friends, teachers, plain acquaintances. Now to add you to the list. You look at me like that and I curl back into myself. It is everything I ran away from and now here we are. If I were to pray enough, do you think I could disappear? Don’t look at me with that dissappointment and expect me to just fall back into what we were. I have never felt more inferior and worthless. I have spent most of my life trying to balance all of my lives separately and the one time I want two parts of me to exist in the same space without having breaking myself in two. You remind me that it is not possible. I have been running so many different lives for so long and this was the last place I wanted to change myself but that is exactly what you are asking of me. I can’t keep doing this. I can’t hide from myself and everyone else anymore and I certainly can’t keep pretending to be okay. You’ve bled my heart dry and I don’t have the desire to spare your feelings anymore. please. Let me go.

Shade of Red

Rip open my chest and bleed me of life until the skies turn red.

Show me the fire in your eyes that turns your soul red.

Bleed your anger into my palms so I can understand the flashes of red I see when I see you.

Tell me why your life is filled with the heat and anger that should not belong to any human. Tell me why you wear red on your sleeves.

No one sees it but I see you and I see the weight you carry on your shoulders. I see there is something weighing on your soul that you cannot shake and it is tearing your mind to pieces. Your body is over flowing with red oceans that are drowning you because you never learned how to tread through it. The waters have reached the fill line and I can see the vast oceans expanding in your eyes.

Red. Red. Red.

I see red. But I see you. There is a film of scarlet over my eyes. I see the world with the crimson filter.

It is me that is vexed. Lost in this world that someone has spilled their wine into.

Stride toward me and find comfort in this familiarity. For it welcomes you like a blazing campfire on the winter nights. The arms of the flames wrap around your body as the fading embers fall upon your face.

Your lungs have been filled with the fallout when your world came crashing down but this world was built specially for you. Built to heat up your soul once more and burn through your reddened casing.

 

Your Eyes

The overwhelming sadness is growing again. That look in your eyes. That moment I saw everything you wish I wasn’t. In that moment you invited all of those dark demons back and they left their mark as they crawled their way back into my body. Your eyes showed me everything I could never be for you and I could feel my heart crumble. You know, you hold all of your secrets in your eyes. Everything you may try and hide away makes itself clear through your eyes and it scares everything within me. My head is pounding. I want to do everything right by you. Why can I never do it right? What can I do to make you happy, because all I ever seem to do is hurt you. Please, take all of me. Open all of the wounds on my wrists and drain me of all of my value. If everything I do in my life is wrong, let me do this right. All I want is to take all of your pain away and all I have managed to do is make your life harder. You can’t let me do this. I’m not worth any of it. I can never be what you want or what you need. I fell. I fell even when I knew I shouldn’t have. I have to keep reminding myself that if I give all of myself away maybe the world will release me. Empty my soul until there is nothing left in this body. I am exhausted and I will never be enough for you. I find myself saying sorry a lot to you. I wish, more than anything, I could be everything that you needed, but I can’t and for that I am so truly sorry.

Once Again

Constant circles. Why am I surprised? I should not have expected anything else. My life feels like nothing more than a series of dreams. Things that are not real and will disappear in a short time. The worst part?…. It will all be gone soon. I can almost guarantee you, these things that are allowing me to be happy will soon fall through my grasp. Just like everything else has. The only real thing I know is home. It is the only solid thing I have, but I can’t seem to let myself stay there. I have this terrible tendency to run and then when I feel my self crumbling I start reaching for the closest things to make me happy, but they are only temporary solutions. Not because they are weak, but because I am. They could possibly be the things that could make me happy forever, but the moment things get confusing or the moment I get too attached, I run again. I don’t know what is wrong with me. I am so afraid I am going to hurt someone this way. I’m afraid I am going to hurt someone because I am too afraid of them, because my mind can’t keep functioning on exhaustion and I don’t know how to give it back the energy it needs. I can’t focus. Your face is blurry. Even when my eyes are closed the world is rushing by. It’s giving me a headache and I think I am going to be sick. Don’t give me the opportunity to be your happiness. I will only ruin it. If you give me your happiness to hold, it will shatter. Without a doubt. I am happy with you, but I never let myself be happy for to long, and I am afraid you are going to pay the price. We are all going to pay the price. I pray every time that they are the ones to walk away. I pray that I won’t be the ones to hurt them, but I can never tell if it actually works out or if I push them until they finally decide to give. I really, truly hope it is the former. I would rather crumble by myself than take anyone with me. I have been at the bottom of this pit many times before. I can handle it. I have to deal with it, but no one else deserves to be surrounded by that darkness because of me. This dream is becoming to real. It is getting dangerously real, but even though It may seem opaque, it is never tangible. When I finally get the courage to try and touch it, it will crumble and I will go running once again.

Going Back

There is this hole in my chest. I think it is where the happiness used to be, but its gone and I am being drowned with the overwhelming power of my own emotions. I can feel that little pull in my stomach again. I feel the urges that I haven’t felt in quite a sometime and my vision has gone white. Relapsing, I am finding, hurts much more than where you were when you stopped. It may be because after all that time in the darkness I had found some light. I could finally smile without carving it into my face. It was a real smile that could remind my body that everything was good, was happy, but the light inside drained. It drained like I had been punctured all over and it was beyond ready to move on to it’s next subject. My mind has currupted all of the rays of light and it’s all becoming darkness again. Now my body is filled with nothingness. This time, it is not just mentally that I feel hurt and exhausted but physically. Every move I make and my body feels like it hasn’t been fed in weeks. It is as if all of my muscles know not what there fuction is and cannot manage to keep me upright. I am falling faster than ever before and I don’t think my body is going to have the strength to pull me out of the hole this time. My mind is running in circles. Constant thoughts of him suffocate me and they are keeping me up at night. I wish I could make them stop. It hurts so badly to think, to remember all of these painful memories. My skin is itching. I hate this feeling. I have never felt so desperate for a release. Old habits hit hard and I begin to vomit up all of the flowers that he has planted in my stomach, but they don’t come back the flowers they started as. They are poisoned and dying. They leave such a terrible taste in my mouth and I attempt to throw back the devil’s juice but all it leaves is the bitter taste of him on my lips.