Creeping
To struggle with sanity
you don’t know if you're being selfish
or if you deserve a break.
Memories flood you,
hurtful ones that make this craziness feel right
then guilt floods you,
shutting you down as you sift through the thoughts
Your eyes scream for someone to reach out,
to help you through this
before it’s too late.
But it feels like you’re losing grip,
no help in sight.
Too scared to ask for it yourself.
So you keep telling yourself to look strong
but it’s hard to do
So further you slip into this lie
until it consumes you.
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