Do you ever get that feeling?
That crushing feeling as if the ceiling had collapsed onto you, suffocating you, crushing all hope of life out of your lungs.
That sharp stabbing pain as if you watched your reflection shatter before your eyes and fell every piece of glass slide wordlessly into your already scarred flesh.
The feeling of not being able to breathe as your own years being to choke you and the feeling of desperation as no one notices your silent sobs.
The 4a.m. on a Saturday morning feeling of your shivering body against the covers, you tremors so violent that they threaten to tear you apart, and the feeling of your white hot tears streaming down your face, soaking your pillowcase and ruining your carefully made up face
Please.
Tell me it's not just me.
Tell me, I don't care if you lie but please.
Comfort me.
Hold me.
Don't let me be what I feel myself becoming.
Please.