Kris Templin


Empaths Feelings


I want you to understand how I feel
I want you to understand how hard I try to make
things work
I want you to understand how your friendship meant so
much to me
I want you to understand how I try to understand the words you use
or say
I want you to understand how sensitive I am to words and how they
are said
I want you to understand how I have to push for acceptance or to
belong somewhere
I want you to understand how I can’t stand to be hated or rejected
I want you to understand how emotions are so fustrating when you
are trying to express what it is you want to say
I want you to understand how it feels to feel like your being pushed
away how the hurt that you feel is so real
I want you to understand how I block the things I know to come to
pass but I try to look for the answer but there is not any right answers
I want you to understand how it feels to be an empath where you can
feel every emotion that everybody throws your way or who is around
you and the overwelming feelings of emotions

Done By Kris Templin

This is for 2 people one who is my best friend and Stephen John Gaudreau

Submitted: Saturday, October 10, 2009

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