Oppressed by the life I live, with burdens I am alone in carrying. All I have are my dreams and in them I dwell until suddenly I am jarred back to this reality. The pressure, the weight, the thoughts, the pain come flooding back to me. It's killing me eating away at my insides until I cannot feel anymore, until I won't care anymore. Can't you see this secret is smothering me, it never leaves the back of my mind, dangling over my head reflecting on every single move I make. I want you so bad but this invisible barrier is holding me back. It's ripping me to shreds, i've lived with it so long not telling a soul my inner most insecurities. Those who get a slight glance don't understand or are ignorant to my somber disposition. At a time when trival worries are all that should fill my mind this takes it place. Hating those who can't understand, those whose difficulties are far less complex yet longing to be apart of their world. Times like these when I wonder how I was dealt such a hand. in the game of life I am suffering, suffering in silence.
