Don’t think about it too much he says
But what happens when she’s lying in bed alone , confused ,stress . Crying alone , scared , depressed
She wakes up everyday, close her eyes , take a deep sigh and try to get through each and everyday
The weight that lays upon her shoulder it
It strains her , it’s a heavy load that hard to lift and it drains her
over and over
until there’s nothing left
She’s an empty shell ,
No more crying ,
no more screaming,
she’s in hell ,
She’s under a spell more like a curse that sole purpose was to make her worry suffer and hurt
, she blows up emotionally,
Her motions come out in every form ,
Shes a storm
Then a  fire
and a whirling wind of rage
  A river flowing of pent up sadness , She’s caged by her own fears and worries , chained down by  her insecurities and faults ,and her inner voice is taken prisoner by a hollow shell of her former self .