Its like I have been imprisoned .
The space is suffocating and darkened.
I cannot see anything around me.
Nor can I struggle to set myself free.
I am a slave of my mind.
I am a slave of the pain I feel.
The more I let go of my pain.
The more I drown deeper.
I want to scream.
I want to let nothing get to me.
I want to cry.
But I don't want to be weak.
I am exhausted.
I am trying hard to breathe.
It's like I have been confined within me.
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The Chaos Of Breakdowns
PoetryWe all go through breakdowns. Not once not twice but again and again. Sometimes we stand up. Sometimes we fall hard with no hope. Sometimes we give up. Because when it hurts, it hurts bad.
