It’s as if fire is injected into my veins, and my hands shake from the lack of oxygen, my bones are aching for rest, my body is screaming for help.
My chest feels like it will rip, my head might just explode,
How do you breath when your oxygen is stolen?
How do you calm down when your sanity is leaving?
My hands clench locked from fear,
I don’t know how to hold on with just a finger,
I can’t do it
My eyes blur with tears that dare to be greater than the oceans,
My knees tremble with the weight of the demons,
I lay in pain and scream into a pillow,
So they don’t know I’m already in hell,
So they don’t know, or scream, or yell.
I can’t do it
You can’t take half the pain I’ve taken, my brain tortures me in broad daylight,
The demon takes your identity, your sanity, your ability to break, to speak, to live,
Friends sit in the corner and watch,
Scared of what I’ve become.
To the only one who stayed with me,
I know you were scared,
My fear reflected in your eyes,
But you were brave,
We need more of you,
More compassion, more empathy, and more love.
We’re all fighting, be kind~ From a survivor