My walls caved in after my head rolled off my shoulders
every time I tried to grab my head, it would roll further away
there was no stopping the feeling of grief & stress
how many more times will I be able to breathe?
no one can understand, unless they can tap into my psyche
please don’t!
your fancy talk and your documented solutions are all bullshit!
I’ll cope & I’ll manage
some days are better then others
maybe today I will be able to exit the front door
and bring home some comfort & joy
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Tough days, these. That door, both guard & prison. You really took me back to some moments…not so long ago…with this
Everyday is a new chapter. Thank you Willow for the comments.
Mic Drop!
Thank you my friend