How can it...

Bizarre...

My happy demeanour,
Deminished.
Strong urge to cry,
Impossible.
Hollow shell exposed,
Caring and feelings flailing.
Demanding.
Why must I?
Stop.
No more,
This inclining nagging in the brain,
Endless.
Creating more to burden.
I know who I am.
So why?
The inevitable emotion.
To care,
Also to bear pain.
Carry pain.
Hollow.
Solitude.
All down to experience.
Acceptance is difficult,
Not incapable.
But asking for help,
Unimaginable.
Stop this feeling.
Please...
No more withdrawing,
No more of who I used to be...

Reviews

[Simon Welsh]

Sometimes withdrawing is a part of life. You just gotta manage it I guess.

[L4rn13]

Thank you for reading. I guess my happy exterior will be back soon and this is just for the moment.