On the verge of breaking, heart is heavy, and mind so full
sleep does not come easy.
Burdens that I seem to always carry and hide from until they
become to much that I eventually feel like I’m being swallowed by a whale.
Sometimes I feel like I can’t breathe. Like every breath I do take I only
inhale enough oxygen just to live another day. I’d crawl in a hole and hide
there if I could until this ended to save everyone around me the agony of being
around my miserable ass.
Tired of the never-ending cycle. Tired of trying. Tired of
feeling this way.
How does one cope? It seems this is something I never quite
learnt. I hold it all in until it has festered into this huge ball of fuck that
I cannot control or function with.
I wish I could make it all go away. I wish I could get
someone to understand the way I feel. Why am I so sad? Why am I so mad? Why
can’t this be someone else instead of me? Hasn’t my time come to be able to let
this all go?
How can one feel so alone when surrounded by a child that
loves you more than the world itself, a man that I believe truly loves me for
me, and a loving family? Yet something feels like it is missing? Is there
something wrong with me? Am I missing a part to this thing I call my brain? Is
my heart so heavy or dark that I am my own worse enemy? Am I my only problem? I
don’t know….
Sometimes it feels like the world is caving in on me and at
this moment I’m certain that I would take it crashing on me. Landing on me,
maybe it would end this overwhelming pressure I feel to be something that maybe
I’m just not cut out to be.
How do you explain to love ones that you feel nothing
inside? How do you explain the hollowness? How do you explain the sadness?
Lastly how do I make it stop?
A million miles is what it feels like I have walked.
Although I know I have accomplished a lot on my own, probably more than anyone
ever thought I could, but I am tired. At 31 I feel like 61. I tried to grow up
to fast, then was forced to grow up when I had no idea how to and now I’m just
tired. My brain, my heart, my soul, and my body are tired. Tired of the miles I
walked.
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