The Feelings Which Flow Through Me

Seams

I am going crazy, and I'm not blind to this fact. My mind is tearing at the seams, and I am left trying to hold it together when the people around me are pulling at my arms and legs, begging me to to stop destroying myself...but they don't see...they don't understand. It may seem as if I were pulling at myself, but I'm trying to keep myself from falling apart. I'm trying to save them from the mangled mass of emotions that lay squirming around in my mind at constant unrest. The same emotions that led me to the edge of the roof, ready to hop off head first...the same emotions that pushed me to slice a little deeper, almost causing me to bleed out alone, naked in a tub...the same emotions that have me gripping and pulling at my hair in hopes that the never ending feeling of hopelessness, disappointment, and disgust would finally stop drilling themselves into my head...but I can't, because the people around me wouldn't understand...they would blame me...