It's not one big thing.
It's not even several big things. It's like a bunch of little things, ever-changing. Things you can't keep up with. Things you can't keep in your grasp. And they make you feel like you're drowning, like you're suffocating. And you're scared. So, you open your mouth. But you can't scream. You can't yell, or plea, or beg. Because you have no right. You have no reason to suffer. Yet you do. You suffer. And it's all those things, those little things that pile up. They overwhelm you. You can't control it. You don't even know what they are half of the time. They're there, and then they're gone. But they linger. And you suffer. Yet you can't scream. Because you don't feel like you have the right. Because you don't think anyone will care. When the truth is You don't care. Because you can scream. But you won’t. And you keep suffering. And you sit silently staring at a wall, Beginning to wonder, How can anyone save me? How can anyone hear me scream? If I never even opened my mouth to begin with?
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