I am so broken inside
But I have
No one to which
I can confide
All the secrets
Way down deep
All of which I have to keep
I wish that I
Could let them all go
But I can't
Not ever
No no no

It's a story of a man
Who dived too deep
It's a story of a life
And wonder and heap
It's a story of a mystery
And junk to sweep
It's a story of music
That puts you to sleep
It's a story of a journey
With tears that seep
It's a story of memories
Force you to weep
It's a story of a turtle
With dreams to leap
It's a story of everything
But nothing to keep

The weight of your absence is so heavy
I can’t remember what it feels like to breathe without gasping.

How should you feel when people find you super strong and extraordinary when, in reality and deep within you, you know you are slowly breaking apart?

Would and should their admiration be enough to inspire you and convince you to keep fighting?

How would you tell them that you are already at the brink of breaking down?

How would you know who truly care and who just want to have a piece of information for their leisure time?

Would you be able to survive if you would just keep negative thoughts to yourself?

If not, what should you do if you know these people you might tell things to wouldn't be able to help you get back on track?

Would talking to a tree be enough for the sake of breathing?

Would you be considered selfish if you would share these negatives and worries to other people because you think you need to vent out and not consider that they might be infected of your dying spirit to fight?