I'm on fire I'm burning I'm dying I'm bleeding I was careful I was cautious and yet I'm still weeping I'm tripping I'm falling I'm desperate for something to catch me to hold me to help me to fix me I'm gasping I'm breathing I'm drowning I'm fighting I'm six feet under and yet I'm still standing
An ocean; an urge A waterfall all ready to pour out But not a single drop trickles down. It’s all in drowning and swimming; gasping and breathing; emotional and impulsive. I am crying words, for there are no tears.
I can handle the impossible- the scary, the dark, and the loneliness that makes you feel consumed in every room. I can handle the feeling of never being good enough, the never understanding everything, and the anxiety.
I cannot handle the unknown- the do you still love me? the do you still think about me? the questions that never have answers no matter how much you want them.
I've been swimming up the current and swallowing all the water that threatens to drown me. I have been running uphill screaming at the top of my lungs, gasping for that breath that will calm my heart down a little bit. I have been trying so ******* hard and you are still hiding in the corners of my brain that shouldn't have corners.
I can handle the impossible and the anxiety... but I need to know if you love me still.