I can’t breathe, I feel trapped in my own mind.
A prisoner in my own body.
My soul is weary, it aches for freedom.
Why me?
My lip quivers and I know that I am about to lose it.
I try to cup my mouth so that no sound escapes but the only sound I hear is a small yelp that has erupted from within me.
A sound that illustrates the defeat that I feel.
It is a warning sign that what I expect is about to surface.
I feel a tear drop from my left eye and I quickly wipe it away.
No tears.
Breathe.
Another one falls.
Another tears joins it from my right eye.
Soon, I taste the saltiness of my tears on my lips.
I told myself that I wasn’t going to cry anymore.
What’s done is done.
You cannot help what is unfixable.
But damn it hurts.
Tears soon erupt from my body and it seems as if they will never stop.
My body gives out on me and I fall to the floor, aching with a pain that I know might never go away.
The feral sounds and whimpers that I wanted to cease come easily out of my mouth as the tears follow with them.
Am I weak for feeling this way?
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