It’s something that can be halted by the browsing of shit on ASOS.
It’s something that can be buried under blankets until 2pm.
It’s something that builds up in your throat until the words stop bubbling out and you can no longer breathe.
It’s something way surpassed crying. You cannot cry.
It’s hanged you out to dry.
It’s something that alters the way of thinking.
It’s always with you.
It sleeps under an illusion of peace. But awakes to panic the most heroic of them all.