It feels like a thousand tiny stones being thrown at my heart, slowly trying to chip away everything that I’ve worked so hard to maintain.

It feels as if my lungs are about to collapse, as if someone has taken a dead corpse and laid it over my body. . .

Gasping, struggling, screaming inside. Where has everyone gone? Why is no one around? Why must I always be the wall, the strong one?

Fainting, leaving, never looking back. . . it feels as if I keep reliving the same story over and over. Never ending with a new outcome, always the same. Always misdirected, always wishing and hoping that something will change this time around.

Lonely, captured, tortured… no one reaches out to me. Slowly, sorrowfully, mourning at the end.

Exhausted, overwhelmed, done. Not sure how much more I have to give, needing something back in return.

Hurting without Rock, paper, and scissors. . .