With each breathe it grows, a
pain so cruel, I find it easier to let my lungs rest, for with each breathe I die a little inside. Bit by bit pieces of me disappear, I have died over
and over yet it still lives inside, I am impregnated with pain, giving birth to
hell.
Life has a way of throwing
one in the deep end when we least expect, for me I was kicked into it a
week before my birthday, a normal Saturday turned into what would be the
turning point of my Life. I was broken, shattered and I felt parts of me I
never knew existed , the Sunday that followed seemed too short. But
yet Monday morning I had to wake up and put on my best foot forward
and work.
Deadlines awaited me and
reports had to be sent out, my life had somehow stopped but everything around
me continued as if I never mattered, as if my pain was nothing, as if my broken
world was but a mere drop in an ocean. I wanted a Pause button, for time to
stand still so I could feel my pain, so I could find some way to carry on but
you see not matter how broken you are, no matter what life throws at us, we are
expected to carry on. Dragging heavy hearts with us to work, trying to conceal
swollen eyes, barely able to hold your tears back with every thought you have
and hanging to every bit of strength you have left.
In this life we are expected
to feel and deal with our problems on a schedule, from 8-5 you are meant to
forget that right now your life may be a mess. How are we expected to do all
this we are just merely humans?
By Me
