The pressure on my chest is almost heavier than the weight I hold on my shoulders.
The memories make my heart hurt.
The demons hold me captive, their voices are deafening.
I'm not alone, yet I feel it.
I am loved, yet I'm numb to it.
Paranoia makes me question it all.
Hope increases the disappointment.
Any reasoning gets left behind.
Fear and embarrassment isolate me.
I never chose this ride of terror, it does not amuse me in the slightest bit.
I must learn to take control; not let it drive me into the abyss.
Take the wheel, take a breath, and collect the tears as I make my way through this circus of Life.