I feel the pulse of my heartache crawling up my chest and rising through my neck, over my lungs, up my mouth. The pressure bearing down on me, squeezing the life out of me. It is unbearable.
So many woes. So many worries.
So many tragedies and disapointments. So much heartache and pain.
So much bad luck and trying times.
Will there ever be a day when things look up? When things will be happy?
Every day, every task, every movement and thought, every ounce of energy spent feels like I am dragging barbed wire across my skin, letting the steel puncture my white delicate flesh.
Pools of blood form as the physical pain makes you scream out in agony.
Your face, nothing more than a wince and a plead for mercy. A plea to be pardoned from this torture.
A plea to escape this house of hell.
