Sometimes, it is too much.

Sometimes, I come home and collapse because I held it together for too long.

Sometimes, the press of people around me is suffocating.

Sometimes, the pain is so intense that breathing hurts.

Sometimes, I can’t.

Sometimes, it is impossible to see past my own dread.

Sometimes, I cling so tightly to anything that makes me feel good that I strangle it.

Sometimes, I am so exhausted that being awake is impossible.

Sometimes, even my dreams aren’t an escape.


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