BREAKDOWN

John Sarah

It's becoming really hard Always trying to hide how I feel Forgeting how to laugh And pretending to be happy. Hoping they won't notice that it's all fake And am terrified that someone might notice And ask and I don't know how to explain to them Why my heart and mind are cold Why I can't be truly happy It becoming harder To always fight the urge to run my body can't move I am trembling, I search for something or someone to hold on to But I don't have the strength to move My throat is closing and I can't shout for them to help Even if they were to hear me what do I tell them How do I explain how am feeling My legs are giving away Am trying hard to breath, My hands are unsteady and trembling My heart beats fast Hot tears rolling down my face I fight the urge to run and fight this demon But am loosing the battle I think I am screaming but I can really tell Cz my world is spinning And that's when I realize that Am having another breakdown.

2019-05-21 08:38:47

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