I thought that I was alright,
that I'd long ago been recovered.
But with the passing of each day,
Holding back my tears gets harder.
The smile I wear is even more strained.
The beating of my heart is even more eratic,
My emotions are magnified,
My words must be watched,
I feel defeated, that I've already lost.
My heart,
My hope,
My friends,
My dreams,
My confidence,
My future,
Myself.
That I am kissing it all away,
Just to appear
stronger
kinder
calmer
but is that worth losing my mind and all its contents?
My mind and all its contents
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