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Let Me Be

Just one of those days when everything seems to be falling apart.

You feel like picking a fight with everyone you talk to.
You put off people who try to help.
Those who tried gave up.
Your eyes burn with indignation but yet you can't cry.
Swallowing makes you wanna rip your throat out.
Even breathing seems quite impossible.
The air feels like acid.
Words cut so deep into your skin.
But still you don't feel like moving.
You're just waiting for the pain to go away eventually.

I guess I'm just having one of those days.
I'll be okay.

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