Swirling thoughts, as if they try to crush my existence. An endless staircase that leads me to nowhere but despair, despair, and another despair that greets me over and over.
While the eyes of all mammals are moistened and soothed by tears, only human beings shed tears in response to emotional stress
Tears stain my fearful face
An unfathomable, non explainable feelings that i fail to express to others
Only in writing do i find this comfortable.
Countless voices screaming in my head
I put my earplugs on and hope to shut the voices out and ignore them
But the more i try the louder they get
Its like something carves the walls of my skin, with a gushing, sharpen edged knife but i can't grasp the reality of being helded at the edge of a staircase on a knife point. Funny i even think a gunpoint would have been better.
Scared, frightened, shivering
Myself don't cry, don't shed a tear
"Don't cry its a sign of the weakest" so they say
But crying is human
©innahm
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