I want to break down
like really break down
With tears streaming down my face
While I'm grasping for air
To keep my lungs in chess
But all I ever manage to do
Is get this lump in my throat
This is more of a punishment
Than a relief
And when I'm done
All I feel is worse
And it seems I can never fully snap out
Of this break down
And I want to scream
At everyone and everything
So much my brain is actually shaking
But I can't
Because I'm too strong
Or too weak.
YOU ARE READING
Depression.
PoesíaSome quotes are long, and this book is about mental illness I guess, mainly focused on depression. Is completely finished.
