"        I wanted it to stop.
I wanted everything to stop: the noise, the fear, the stink, the pain, the sickening ache in my belly.
I didn't want to feel anything anymore.
I didn't want to do anything. I didn't want to be here.
I didn't want to be scared. I didn't want to be brave.
I didn't want to be strong or weak or smart or stupid or precious or careless or dead.
                                           I didn't want to be anything.  "

There are days when I feel so much but putting it into words feels next to impossible.
The words I want to say simply don't describe the emotions rushing through my veins. I either over exaggerate how I am feeling or belittle it. Some days I just cannot write what needs to be written.
Then there are days when you stumble upon something that someone else has written and it fits hand in hand with what you feel like you need to say. This is one of those days.