I wish I was normal.
I wish what hurt,  hurt the entire time.

One day it's soul crushing,
I can't eat or breathe without thinking about it.
For the next three days it doesn't matter.
I can think on it all day.
I feel the same,
It isn't a big deal...
I overreacted again.

The fifth day it shackles me to bed.
I remember how profoundly hurt I am.

I wish I could feel normal.
Yet, during the day I feel dramatic,
And cry myself to sleep every night.

In my own body.

Unable to life the weight.
Pulling me into the cement.
Unable to hear the world around me.
My heartbeat too loud.

Prisoner.

In my own mind.

Locked behind bars,
And Unable to need.
Numb, or screaming trying to get out.
Both locked inside the walls.
Nobody but myself to hear.

Prisoner.