a feelings dump:

everything is okay

but

i feel like i’m suffocating

like my lungs are

overinflated

like i’m holding in too many breaths

too many words

too many thoughts

too much

or maybe my lungs are deflated

like i’m breathing out more than i breathe in

giving away more than i get

i am never full

never filled

never fulfilled

unfulfilled

unwanted

unneeded

unnoticed

unnecessary

until when will i be sad

and when will i

understand whys

like why am i

what i am

and why

am i not enough

why

don’t they care enough

why

is everything not enough

why

do i feel like i’m fighting a one-sided battle

all the time

why

do all these people in the world

not make me any less lonely

and 

why

is it that everything is okay

but

i’m still not okay