Confusion

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I don't know.

I don't fucking know.

I say that a lot nowadays,

I'm encouraged to feel what I feel without shame but I'm tired of being the one who's in pain.

There's a pressure in my chest, and an ache in my head.

My vision is blurry, my breathing laborious.

There seems to be no cause to my effect, no reason to be upset.

"Are you sad? Angry?"

No

"Hurt?"

Maybe

"Because of me?"

I don't know,

But then again

I never do...

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