For a while, there’s been a deep ache lingering and weighing heavily on my chest.

I’ve been avoiding socializing because I know those closest won’t let me rest.

They’ll want to talk about it, and try to get to the root of the many issues I own.

But most of the time I don’t want to talk, I just want to battle it out alone.

Yet I find myself drifting further and further into this rift I find myself in.

Trying to figure out how I let this overflow of sorrow even began.

And though I want to talk about it, I find myself not letting anyone in.

Because speaking on my pain will make it harder to make myself numb again.

Maybe that is part of the problem, the fact I don’t like to deal or face my own emotions.

But if I allow them to take foot, then I’d lose all control.



Image: Nele Diel

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