As I am crying over nothing I feel ashamed.
Ashamed that I can cry, when really?
Nothing is wrong, besides this feeling inside me where I feel like I can’t escape from something I never knew I was a part of.
As I write I struggle for that one breath that can pull me through. But it won’t come, so I sit here writing and struggling for breath. But why? I don’t know. Does anyone know?
Know why I feel like my world is collapsing and I can’t get out.
I feel as though I have what I want but what I have doesn’t want me.
The crying is stopping but that one breath still won’t come.
Do I pray? What good can God do for a crying girl who doesn’t even know why she cries? No, no praying… God has better things to do, even if they don’t get done.
So now there are no more tears, but that one breath is still out of reach. I don’t know how to reach it.
That one breath… to finally help me escape.