"Coming And Going"

On the verge of losing it, losing me,
Every day, I am trying to keep it together,
My mind, my sanity,
I try, and I try,
I want to get down on my knees and scream sometimes,
I try not to let anything bother me,
I do this, and I do that trying to keep it everything going,
Trying to maintain, and fight the feeling of falling,
My whole life spent looking for that one thing (Peace),
Never finding it, but never letting it take me over,
What do you do when tears run down your face as you cry quietly in the dark?
No one hears you, and no one knows you hurt,
My soul is thankful for its life,
To see new things, to witness a new day,
It hurts so badly though.
On the inside, deep inside,
I normally don’t cry, I normally push it down; I make it so small that no one else can see it,
I know it’s there; it lingers just below the surface (Fear),
I’m exhausted from it,
I don’t want to cry anymore,
I feel bad, and it stings,
I will swallow it down once again,
It surfaced once again and I have cried, and I’m done for now,
Again, it has come to the surface, and I let it out,
I’m nauseous and my head is spinning.

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