breathe-hope-iin-me:

Maybe its the hope I have left on humanity and to be saved and valued as a person to someone and mean something to them. Maybe it’s just wanting someone to be there besides the ones that are because you’re so accustomed to them being there as horrible as that sounds (although I am thankful for every single fucking person that has been/and is there for me) maybe its wanting to escape but feeling so trapped, because the truth is that no matter where it is in the world that you run to, you’ll always be a prisoner in your own body. Maybe its the need of sanity and not feeling so damn emotional all the time. Maybe it’s wanting something so bad, and getting a taste of it, but it being grabbed and stolen away from you before you could cherish it. maybe its the lack of faith from everything. maybe its the struggle of wanting to feel alive, but dying inside more and more everyday.
Maybe it’s just me.