Help me but please don't

Sat, 11/29/2014 - 22:57 -- Waxer

Location

South Africa

My head is hurting, so is my chest

I rush I choke to say what’s best

Enough about me, what about you?

It feels like cardiac arrest.

My heart is aching, eyes are stinging

Fingers tingle, ears are ringing

I’m not okay as usual

But that’s a song I’m always singing

I need to talk about myself

About my stress and lack of wealth

I don’t want it to be about me though

And my dwindling mental health

I shelter you and quell your pain

And here I am once more again

With all this sense of hate and fear

With only my pretty smile to feign

I laugh and sing and draw and talk

When any moment I’d love to balk

I’d love to run away and hide

But I slow my steps into a happy walk

Keep it calm, don’t let them see

The punishing storm inside of me

This sea of emotion in which I’ll drown

These thoughts of mine won’t leave me be

 

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