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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Черничные пироги, молоко с мёдом. Приходи. Почитаю тебе стихи и раны замажу йодом. Буду исцелять поэтапно все твои трещинки и порезы, даже в твоё заледеневшее сердце, поверь мне, — смело полезу. Повір! Залізу без страху. Без жалю, не боячись. Бо наше розпалене вогнище змушує бути хоч чимось. І тільки не хвилюйся — ми не розчинимось. Ні одне у одному, ні у часі. Мы снова столкнёмся, неспособные противостоять этой связи. Истощенные, но в друг друге, нашедшие дом. Якщо не перше життя, то і не перший том. Не перший різновид мов у моїх віршах. Не найдёшь меня в жизни? Отыщешь во снах. За той дверью, где я нам в пирог добавляю чернику. Приходи. Мне одной без тебя здесь ужасно дико.

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I Saw a Dream

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I saw a dream, and there were you, And there was coldness in your eyes. I wonder what a kind of true Made you become as cold as ice. And later I looked back to get a sense This empty glance was hellish call of past. It used to be a high and strong defense Against the world, the pain and me at last. You looked at me, and peering in your soul, I felt so lonely, as something vital died. And that is what I fear most of all - That nothing gentle will remain inside. Inside of you. Inside of me as well. And nothing will be said to farewell.

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