I thought I was over feeling sorry for myself.
I thought I was over feeling alone.
I thought I was over feeling pain.
I thought I could handle this.
I didn't think I would relapse.
I haven't relapsed.
But I'm so close it's killing me inside.
I'm breaking down with every word I type.
My heart is cracking.
I just need to make it through the weekend,
Because the weeks fly by so fast...
I'm numb during the weeks.
I just push everything deep, deep inside of me.
The weekends is when it overflows and oozes out.
This can't be healthy.
Author notes
I wrote this today after I had a complete break down.
Desperation and frustration were overwhelming me.
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Oh how many times have I felt this way! I'm not one to wear my emotions on my sleeve, but sometimes, as you say, they "ooze out".
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