My soul oh my fragile soul can't handle this anchor that resides in between my ribs.
Like hot gooey tar that burns and tightness its hold around my heart with every breath that I take.
My cry is achingly overdue though my bed is already soaked.
With no one to cry to I plug my mouth and seal my eyes, flush the tears down my throat with the thought that I'll be alright.
Lies conspire against each other while fear holds truth to the ground, I am more than aware what their doing.
At one point I saw myself almost being freed, I was almost there just a graze away but it all came crumbling down and I should have known.
Here they came, crawling back, every single emotion that left me numb while I was young. Crawling, slithering, latching back around my ribcage; my breathing is becoming rigid again.