The ache in my chest
The throb behind my eyes
Feeling like crying
Feeling as if
I had cried for hours.
All so familiar
I remember this strife
The heaviness around my heart
The fog clouding my mind.
Why dos it come back
Again and again ?
Will I ever find freedom?
I want this to end
And I don’t care just how.
But I will hold on
One more day,
One more long night,
Again and again .
I know the feelings pass.
The sun will shine in my heart
As brightly as it is outside
But today the fog and gloom
Have filled up my soul.
And I am just sad.
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dalila
Worry is like a rocking chair. It gives you something to do but it doesn't get you anywhere.
-Erma Bombeck
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