Rip down the barriers,
my mind is closed off for
construction
I can’t think.
I can’t breathe.
Stuck in the same position,
repeating the misfortunes.
Lost to an endless cycle of
why’s and woes. Backing
inside an invisible corner,
knowing no one sees
to understand,
because I shut down.
I want to ask for help
but its too much
work.
Aren’t I the one
Who wants to
Help.
But I can’t
help if I’m
struggling to hold on.