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Mar 2014
I feel like I’m beginning to suffocate,
Or maybe it’s that I've forgotten how to breath;
Never getting the relief, never getting the release
That my soul craves, that my mind needs.
Trapped in this wormhole way of thinking,
My emotions ******* the life out of me.

People surround me, lending a shoulder
Or wise words to help me through,
Telling me I have someone to turn to
When I feel like I’m drowning,
I can’t swim on my own.
Yet I still feel so alone.

You see, I feel like a burden to you.
I know you have your own troubles
To go through; without me, adding more.
This is the reason for my silence,
The reason I may seem so reserved.
And if you don’t ask, I won’t tell.

The truth is I can’t go through this alone.
But I don’t know how to voice this inner turmoil.
I can’t even explain what’s wrong.
How can I ask for help when I can’t give you
The root of the problem, the reason for
This depression, this anxiety?
© Michelle Brunet 2014
Michelle Brunet
Written by
Michelle Brunet  27/Gender Nonconforming/Ottawa, On
(27/Gender Nonconforming/Ottawa, On)   
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   Helen Alcock, Timothy and Harkaran
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