The covers of my bed stifled lonely sobs,
“I can’t do this” I muttered into the heavy air. I couldn’t decide if I was talking to myself or you... maybe somebody bigger still.
My thoughts became a train of messy emotions bombarding each other in a composed mix of love and hate. My heart was bound as if by a thick elastic band – restricted, I struggled to pull the oxygen from the air.
“I don’t know what to do-“ I choked out the words; they lingered with my tired breathing “...if I can’t be with you...”
I rocked myself back and forth, child again, I attempted to calm my quaking body. I dug my nails into flesh as I grasped for something within myself to hold onto. Nothing, I scraped across my skin, leaving trails of creepers, the pain I could feel, but it wasn’t enough.
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