sometimes the dam can only hold so much. sometimes a dam can only hold so much that the smallest drop of water will open the flood gates. the water locked behind those earthen eyes. sometimes a dam can only hold so much that a tear from a yawn is all it takes. the floodgates open. the pressure to be the therapist friend. the pressure to be the perfect daughter. the pressure to be the best student even possible. the stress of school. the stress of home. the stress of those awful thoughts. that is the flood. the flood that pours out of my eyes and seeps into my only comfort. the flood that pours from my throat in gasps and screams. the flood that I wish would drown me already. that flood is sometimes too much for the dam to hold. so the floodgates open.
