The

act is on all week

but what do I become when I don’t have to pretend anymore?

I feel all the emotions that I’ve held in all this time and it just comes out

in tears running down my face and I can’t even think of what could be wrong.

Other than I’m living a life I don’t want to live and every week is nothing new just

more misery shoved down my throat that it becomes so hard to breath.

Yet, some how I continue on with no hope insight and my body feels so weak that the

ability to want to get up and be about is becoming so hard.

That it feels like I’m starting to negotiate myself and I am falling apart right in front of my eyes and there is no amount of time or energy left to save myself.

What I once was is no more and now I do not know what  I am and what will become of me.

Written By: Deirdre Stokes
Copyright ©️ 2015 By Deirdre Stokes