{"id":303,"date":"2021-11-30T01:45:34","date_gmt":"2021-11-30T01:45:34","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/english.illinoisstate.edu\/euphemism\/17-1\/?page_id=303"},"modified":"2021-12-01T16:26:22","modified_gmt":"2021-12-01T16:26:22","slug":"my-heart-is-still-beating","status":"publish","type":"page","link":"https:\/\/euphemism.illinoisstate.edu\/17-1\/my-heart-is-still-beating\/","title":{"rendered":"My Heart Is Still Beating"},"content":{"rendered":"<h5>Kathleen Levins<\/h5>\n<p><em>Nothing today is going my way,\u00a0<\/em><\/p>\n<p><em>Once again, I\u2019m left here laying in my bed, not knowing what to say.\u00a0<\/em><\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p><em>My mind is always racing,<\/em><\/p>\n<p><em>So many problems that aren\u2019t worth facing.\u00a0<\/em><\/p>\n<p><em>My head aches,\u00a0<\/em><\/p>\n<p><em>Trying hard to forget all its mistakes.\u00a0<\/em><\/p>\n<p><em>Puffy eyes, fast beating heart,\u00a0<\/em><\/p>\n<p><em>I can\u2019t help but feel like everything is falling apart.\u00a0<\/em><\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p><em>Relationships being torn to shreds,\u00a0<\/em><\/p>\n<p><em>It\u2019s hard to be there for other people when I have so much going on in my own head.\u00a0\u00a0<\/em><\/p>\n<p><em>Mom says I\u2019m selfish, dad thinks I\u2019m cruel,\u00a0<\/em><\/p>\n<p><em>Little do they know I\u2019m running on barely any fuel.<\/em><\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p><em>Motivation is hard to find,<\/em><\/p>\n<p><em>It takes all my energy to keep myself in line.<\/em><\/p>\n<p><em>Things I used to love to do,\u00a0<\/em><\/p>\n<p><em>I can barely get through.<\/em><\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p><em>Passions dissolving every day,\u00a0<\/em><\/p>\n<p><em>Feeling hopeless watching them fade away.<\/em><\/p>\n<p><em>Trying to hold on to them as best I can,<\/em><\/p>\n<p><em>Trying to be my number one fan.<\/em><\/p>\n<p><em>But that feeling I used to get when I got an A or scored a basket or made a save,\u00a0<\/em><\/p>\n<p><em>That feeling was all I used to crave.<\/em><\/p>\n<p><em>But now, it doesn\u2019t mean anything to me,<\/em><\/p>\n<p><em>How could this be?<\/em><\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p><em>I\u2019m searching for answers that deep down I don\u2019t want to find,<\/em><\/p>\n<p><em>Because I know they\u2019ll just destroy my mind.\u00a0<\/em><\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p><em>I know who I used to be, but that girl feels so far away,\u00a0\u00a0<\/em><\/p>\n<p><em>It seems like she\u2019s completely strayed.\u00a0\u00a0<\/em><\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p><em>Kids around the world, struggling every day,<\/em><\/p>\n<p><em>No school, no family, no food; withering away,\u00a0<\/em><\/p>\n<p><em>Yet, I have it all,<\/em><\/p>\n<p><em>School, sports, an amazing family; someone always there to catch me when I fall.<\/em><\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p><em>So why?\u00a0<\/em><\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p><em>Why am I sad with this gift of a life?<\/em><\/p>\n<p><em>Why do I feel like I will never suffice?<\/em><\/p>\n<p><em>What is causing this gap in my heart?<\/em><\/p>\n<p><em>Why does it feel like the world is falling apart?\u00a0<\/em><\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p><em>These answers I do not\u00a0know,\u00a0<\/em><\/p>\n<p><em>And at this point, I\u2019m not sure where my life will go.\u00a0<\/em><\/p>\n<p><em>I\u2019ll do anything to take away the pain,\u00a0<\/em><\/p>\n<p><em>Even if it\u2019ll mean I wind up in chains.<\/em><\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p><em>I want to make it feel better, but I don\u2019t know how,\u00a0<\/em><\/p>\n<p><em>Getting fucked up is the only thing I can do for now.<\/em><\/p>\n<p><em>I just want to light a blunt and go up to that place,\u00a0<\/em><\/p>\n<p><em>That place where loneliness and pain have no face.<\/em><\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p><em>I want to make my mom smile,\u00a0<\/em><\/p>\n<p><em>I want to make my dad proud,\u00a0<\/em><\/p>\n<p><em>But the voices in my head are just so motherfucking loud.<\/em><\/p>\n<p><em>\u00a0<\/em><\/p>\n<p><em>My problem went from caring too much to not enough,<\/em><\/p>\n<p><em>Finding a middle ground is unbelievably tough.<\/em><\/p>\n<p><em>I wonder if it\u2019s like that for other people, or just me,<\/em><\/p>\n<p><em>If only I could open my tired eyes wide enough to see,<\/em><\/p>\n<p><em>I may realize that this isn\u2019t how it\u2019s supposed to be.\u00a0\u00a0<\/em><\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p><em>I have pretty eyes &#8211; but they&#8217;re always bloodshot,\u00a0<\/em><\/p>\n<p><em>I have a bright smile- but it doesn\u2019t appear a lot.<\/em><\/p>\n<p><em>There\u2019s a voice telling me I\u2019m worth it deep down,\u00a0<\/em><\/p>\n<p><em>But that voice can barely be heard by all the doubts loud sounds.<\/em><\/p>\n<p><em>\u00a0<\/em><\/p>\n<p><em>Teachers and parents and coaches love me, but can\u2019t they see?\u00a0<\/em><\/p>\n<p><em>It\u2019s all just an act- that I can guarantee.\u00a0<\/em><\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p><em>I\u2019m starting to get out of character though- crying in class, having panic attacks in the bathroom, ditching school, mixing drugs,<\/em><\/p>\n<p><em>What have I done?\u00a0<\/em><\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p><em>It breaks my heart to see my mom crying over me, trying to fix me the best she can,<\/em><\/p>\n<p><em>She\u2019s been with me through thick and thin, never ran.<\/em><\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p><em>But I can\u2019t stop hurting her,<\/em><\/p>\n<p><em>And all the good memories I have with her are beginning to blur.<\/em><\/p>\n<p><em>My brother can\u2019t look at me, and my sister cries over the things I\u2019ve done,<\/em><\/p>\n<p><em>I\u2019m tearing my family apart one by one.\u00a0<\/em><\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p><em>So, what now?\u00a0<\/em><\/p>\n<p><em>Or more so, how?\u00a0<\/em><\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p><em>How will I get this feeling to disappear?<\/em><\/p>\n<p><em>How will I get that little voice telling me I\u2019m worth it to be the only one I hear?\u00a0<\/em><\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p><em>These answers I do not know,<\/em><\/p>\n<p><em>And because of that, sometimes I think it\u2019d be better for me to just go.<\/em><\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p><em>But then I stop and think, giving my best effort to ignore all the voices in my head,\u00a0<\/em><\/p>\n<p><em>And I lay quietly in my bed.<\/em><\/p>\n<p><em>The wind sings a calming song,<\/em><\/p>\n<p><em>And the chimes ring, almost as if they\u2019re singing along.\u00a0<\/em><\/p>\n<p><em>\u00a0<\/em><\/p>\n<p><em>My mind settles for a single second and I can hear my heart beat,\u00a0<\/em><\/p>\n<p><em>The heart that I thought had been accustomed to defeat.\u00a0<\/em><\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p><em>Yet, it beat. And then it beat again, it kept on beating,\u00a0<\/em><\/p>\n<p><em>And in that moment, I realized my heart is\u00a0still competing.\u00a0<\/em><\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p><em>It\u2019s never too late to change yourself,<\/em><\/p>\n<p><em>But I know I\u2019m going to need a little help.\u00a0<\/em><\/p>\n<p><em>I don\u2019t know what my future holds, but if my heart is still beating there\u2019s some hope?<\/em><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Kathleen Levins Nothing today is going my way,\u00a0 Once again, I\u2019m left here laying in my bed, not knowing what to say.\u00a0 &nbsp; My mind is always racing, So many problems that aren\u2019t worth facing.\u00a0 My head aches,\u00a0 Trying hard to forget all its mistakes.\u00a0 Puffy eyes, fast beating heart,\u00a0 I can\u2019t help but feel&hellip; <\/p>\n<p class=\"toivo-read-more\"><a href=\"https:\/\/euphemism.illinoisstate.edu\/17-1\/my-heart-is-still-beating\/\" class=\"more-link\">Read more <span class=\"screen-reader-text\">My Heart Is Still Beating<\/span><\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":46,"featured_media":0,"parent":0,"menu_order":0,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"closed","template":"","meta":{"footnotes":""},"class_list":["post-303","page","type-page","status-publish","entry"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/euphemism.illinoisstate.edu\/17-1\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/pages\/303","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/euphemism.illinoisstate.edu\/17-1\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/pages"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/euphemism.illinoisstate.edu\/17-1\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/page"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/euphemism.illinoisstate.edu\/17-1\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/46"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/euphemism.illinoisstate.edu\/17-1\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=303"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/euphemism.illinoisstate.edu\/17-1\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/pages\/303\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":304,"href":"https:\/\/euphemism.illinoisstate.edu\/17-1\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/pages\/303\/revisions\/304"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/euphemism.illinoisstate.edu\/17-1\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=303"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}