Tears. I feel them there, but they won't fall down.
Anger. I feel it too - but so far down it's barely noticed.
Despair. It's all around me. The very air that I breathe.
Sadness. Feels like a weight upon my chest.
Resignation. It is the core of who I am.
I used to know how to alleviate these things. It used to work too. What's happened now? Why am I in such a mire? I want out. I don't care how.
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Life is not measured by the amount of breaths you take, but by the moments that take your breath away
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