What'll be of this?

Soul crushing, literal sadness overload.

Feels like bones bending but not cracking.

Feels like eardrums bursting but no sound

to be filed away as the culprit.

Feels like buckling eyelids shut,

as water pushes upon them like an overflowing dam.

I want to take a deep breath and assess these feelings.

But with every deep breath comes

just another cooling wave of repression.

Another reason to forget.

Or pretend to forget because we don't have

time for an emotional breakdown.

For my world to become an emotional wasteland.

Worse than soul crushing, but more like soul identifying.

A wasteland filled with mystery and answers.

Answers flung out of nowhere, out of

Subconscious's silent screams to be noticed.

Out of cryptic signs, and semi unorganized disillusions.

Fragments that could become a whole.

Just give them a look over.

A moments notice.

A section of time, time for yourself,

the doctor says it's important to avoid being "stressed".

I'm far past stressed, this is a form of distress;

of unaided, unwarranted, unrequested,

bone bending, eardrum bursting, heart racing, tear jerking,

silent screams from the unknown depths of one's ownself

-- kind of stress.

And I have no time to acknowledge it.