Fight or flight
It’s the feeling of asking for help
Falling silent in the night
Do you see me?
I am fighting
Knowing if I stopped it would free me
Yet, here I stand asking for help
It’s falling or deaf ears that cannot understand
Using all my strength I give a final yelp
“Get a hobby! Try exercise”
Translation is save yourself
And If I can’t They will chastise
But I’ve grown weak
And I was born broken
Scolded for the toxic coping because it’s meek
I am tired
But I can’t sleep
Even still I leave them on read
no one can help someone in this deep
Though I didn’t come in to the world alone
That is how I will leave
My hearts turned to stone
The fight is over soon the flight will begin
In their seats
They all discuss my mortal sin
Asking themselves why
As they say their final good bye