First the tears come. Quick and angry, they race down your cheeks.
Something massive and heavy crashes down upon you.
It courses swiftly through your body, starting in your throat. You feel it close your airways.
The tightness builds in your chest. You feel as though you can't breathe, and you will never be able to again.
You start to feel weak at the knees. Like you might collapse onto the ground at any moment, then you do.
You sit and wonder why you feel this way, tears running down your face. You wonder why you let this happen in the first place. You tell yourself you just don't care anymore. That it could all end, and nothing would matter. You resign yourself to the fact that you want to give up, that you don't want to try anymore.
You wonder if you're overreacting, if it's just the teenage hormones your dad always says make you emotional.
But how could this be overreacting? All you want to do is sleep for hours, days, months, or years. You just want to sleep, and wait for everything to end.
Exhaustion. That is what this feeling is. You are emotionally drained. You feel like nothing will ever make you feel better. But still, when your parents call you down for dinner, you go. With a smile on your face you talk to the people that you love, the people that love you. You hide how tired you are of every day life.
Because these people love you. And you shouldn't trouble them. That would be far too selfish.
But sometimes, you wish you were a little more selfish. You wish that you could tell them how you feel, and that they could help.
You wish that they could take away some of the pain, and that they could make you feel just a little bit better.
