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There’s a constant lump in my throat.
My heart and head are in a race.
It takes everything inside of me not to write the note.
Now I sit near the mirror and stare at my face.
The tears reach my mouth and I can taste the salt.
I’m in so much pain, it’s like I can feel myself breaking.
I keep repeating to myself it’s my entire fault.
I’m screaming but no one can hear me, I’m shaking.
No one understands what I feel.
It’s the worst pain because it never goes away.
No matter what I do, I will never heal.
Why can’t anyone see I’m not okay?
I’m having a breakdown, screaming and crying.
Tears stream down my face and I begin to hit.
I know you think I’m lying but I feel like I’m dying.
This is all hard for me to admit.
I don’t know why I feel this way.
Maybe it’s because of my childhood.
All I know is I want to feel better today.
Why can’t I be more understood?
I wish this pain had already stopped.
I want to be happy again.
I want the happiness I had before it dropped.
When will I stop crying? When?