When the tears pool inside my eyes, it burns my contacts. Natural tears shouldn’t feel this way – but the way my heart is pounding makes my eyes throb and swell.
The anger inside my stomach makes the acid boil.
The ticking time bomb inside is close to detonation.
My insides are exploding and I’m fading in the flames.
My screams and voice are blanketed in smoke; pitch black and heavy.
The thoughts in my head drown me in sorrow and fill my lungs with regret.
I cry again and again – the tears sting the most.
I want it all to stop, I want to end the feeling of failure, and I want to smile and mean it.
My escape route would be a hefty task but taking the road less travelled is an even bigger one.
To be…or not to be. That has always been the question.