My heart palpitates

and my head throbs.


My skin turns crimson

and burns like fire.


A cloud comes over me,

and my emotions 

take control.


The pain pours

down my cheeks

like waterfalls.


Tears suffocate me;

breathing is hard 

when the world implodes.


I crumble under

the weight of

the pressure on me.


I'm like a bridge

once suspended by hope,

now collapsing in despair.


And a thought enters,

what if I can never 

end the hurt?


What if gray days

will always be the norm?


Will this feeling always

be under the surface?


Could I live with myself 

knowing I will 

always buckle?

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