It starts with a feeling

A gut-wrenching, stomach-dropping feeling

Like a shaken-up soda bottle trying to keep the top on

Somehow making your sorrows worsen

The tears prick at your eyes ready to run free

Eyes glistening with unshed distress

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Somehow making your sorrows worsen

Chanting mantras to yourself

Don’t cry, it’s okay, keep your cool

Don’t let them see how you’re slowly breaking right before their eyes

Somehow making your sorrows worsen 

Feeling eyes look at you from all around

They’re probably judging you, taunting you

But are they really looking or are your eyes playing tricks?

Somehow making your sorrows worsen 

Breathing faster

Gasping for air the feeling is smothering

Your lungs feel twisted

Somehow making your sorrows worsen

Are you having a heart attack?

Can someone die from holding back emotions?

Emotions you don’t want to face

Somehow making your sorrows worsen

Maybe you should embrace the feeling

The gut-wrenching, stomach-dropping feeling

Pop the top off the soda bottle