I am drained
I am agitated
I am shaking
I am nauseous
I can’t breathe
I don’t know how to control the way I am feeling
I constantly feel like I am going to lose my mind
Why is it happening to me?
Out of all cruel people in the world, do I really deserve this sentence life has chosen to serve me with?
I am pouring my heart out but they aren’t listening
I cry myself to sleep they call me dramatic
I ask for help they don’t take me serious
I keep breathing but inside I am a dead soul
I try to run away from my thoughts but they keep locating me
I ask myself, is there something wrong with me?
They like me for what I have not for who I am
Heartbreaks keep slitting me like a razor
I am heating up like a geyser
I fear to explode and be forgotten like a drawing erased
Will I ever see light at the end of the tunnel?
That I wish I knew