Mar 2018
My synthetic misery membrane broke tonight,
A tear,
It’s content roll down my face,
A puddle emerges on my pillow,
It could not hold in any more
It could not hold me,
I could not smile any longer,
Artificial
Fake
Trapped inside my membrane
Drowning in its contents
It surrounds me.
Can I break it?
Should I break it?
Am I it?
Will it break me?
A tear,
It’s content roll down my face,
A puddle emerges on my pillow,
It could not hold in any more
It could not hold me,
I could not smile any longer,
Artificial
Fake
Trapped inside my membrane
Drowning in its contents
It surrounds me.
Can I break it?
Should I break it?
Am I it?
Will it break me?
This is how I felt when I woke up at 2am and started crying for no reason. It had been a difficult day for no other reason than I was alive. I felt like I was trapped keeping my sadness hidden in a weak cell membrane like structure that broke when too much went in due to high pressure. I felt like sadness was all I was and ever going to be. I’m okay right now in this moment.
