Head is 100mph.
You wouldn't know it.
On the surface I'm fairly calm.
But underneath I'm sinking.
Upsetting images.
Intense urges.
Feeling rather distressed.
I could burst at any moment.
Least that's how I feel.
I need so desperately to contain this.
I can't give in.
And I can't end up in hospital.
Not that I feel very much like reaching out like earlier.
I don't want to be laughed at again.
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