When did I become a prisoner in my own skin?
I used to love dancing, singing, walking on the beach and being on my own. Used to love being in love, now it feels like a sin.
So busy taking care of everyone else while my walls tumble, my tummy rumbles and my heart crumbles. Some days I just want to scream, vent out all of my frustrations, but the energy isn’t there. I wake up wishing I didn’t, I speak and some days I wish I wouldn’t, I live another day, but the day before I felt like I couldn’t.
I am no longer holding on, I’m just floating…wondering if the wind is gonna go away and cause me to fall. I am no longer reaching out, I’m just standing here wondering if the crowd is going to thin out and the people are no longer going to wonder what I’m sad about, what my problem is, wondering if when it is all said and done they’re going to miss me at all…
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