it's midnight
and my mind is filled to the brim
not with ideas or fake scenarios
but rather tears waiting to burst
i can feel the dam giving way
i haven't the tools or manpower to mend it
this **** dam will burst
i just hope not in front of you
i don't need my breakdown to be apart of your narrative
my sadness is not a story element for you
my sadness has nothing to do with you
but i know you'd prefer it did