Around this time, I always feel so broken.
Emotions flowing through me like high tide. Swallowing me down to the cold sea bottom.
Darkness lurks… I cannot see my way out. I hate feeling this way. It’s getting more difficult to hide.
I’m pretty sure you saw a glimpse of it today… and you should run.
I feel like baggage… a burden to carry around.
A storm cloud over your head.
Avoid it.
Look away from it.
Run dammit run.
I don’t want to take you down with me.
I am alone.
On the inside and the outside.
I want to be happy, but I don’t know how to be.
I did not have the desire to wear my mask today…
I am too tired and fear has won this battle.
Buried alive for days as my anxiety, insomnia, and self-loathing beat their fists down on my tomb.
I hope I make it out this time… no bruises or scratches, but with a new understanding of who I want to be.
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