How hard it is to just feel like waterfalls are furiously trying to break loose out of your body, like as if your body was a glass being filled forcefully to the brim and there's no more emotion to hold in left for you to appear composed and collected for what is left of the day.
The day passes by painfully slower by the minute and you feel the water filling your veins from your toes and your stomach and then your lungs and you have to escape.
And then you've hardly made it to the end of the day and finally you get to be alone.
You finally get to have those thoughts swimming around your charcoal brain embrace you claustrophobically tight and the water spills everywhere, making a giant mess.
It is hard as **** to hold your tears for days, to feel hell wanting break lose inside of you, to feel how you slowly begin drown without getting soaked at all.
But I swear nothing gets harder than dealing with the constant pain inside your chest, beating against your ribcage in detached and sharp pieces over and over and you just want it to stop.
You just want it to ******* stop.