M.B.D

Around this time, I always feel so broken.

Emotions flowing through me like high tide. Swallowing me down to the cold sea bottom.

Darkness lurks… I cannot see my way out. I hate feeling this way. It’s getting more difficult to hide.

I’m pretty sure you saw a glimpse of it today… and you should run.

I feel like baggage… a burden to carry around.

A storm cloud over your head.

Avoid it.

Look away from it.

Run dammit run.

I don’t want to take you down with me.

I am alone.

On the inside and the outside.

I want to be happy, but I don’t know how to be.

I did not have the desire to wear my mask today…

I am too tired and fear has won this battle.

Buried alive for days as my anxiety, insomnia, and self-loathing beat their fists down on my tomb.

I hope I make it out this time… no bruises or scratches, but with a new understanding of who I want to be.