The noose tightens
Around my emotional neck.
When the chair is knocked from under the weight of my emotional trauma
Only the moment can define when to deem me as  a wreck.
As I suffocate from the lack of people who deem me as "Worthy"
and even bother to "stick around....."
I scream inside....
As I am darkness bound.
I have been fighting myself for so long
Due to the lack of returned emotions.
Now here I swim against and have started drowning in fear's ocean.
Would anyone notice to pull me out of despair's water?
Or should I be able to do  that myself?
When there are no tools left on my  heart's shelf.
Should I drown out all colorful emotional parts of my soul?
To be what everyone expected?
When their hateful words and lack of warmth took their tolls.
As I try to keep doggy-paddling against despair's tides.