HEAVY

It's all closing in

it's all falling down

the pain, the anger, the hate, the dark side, it creeps around

smothering, tightening the squeeze.

I'm not enough. I'm failing. I've failed. I'm worthless.

I know (hope) it's not true. Not from their eyes, but it still overwhelms.

I can't say it I can barely think it out loud but it

sits

and sits

HEAVY

hurtful

overwhelms

reach out. ask for help. admit it

sure, you first

I don't want to be a statistic

I'm trying.

It's

HEAVY

but I can't set it down. I can't let it go. And if I don't, I can't be more.