Sick

To my stomach

My palms won’t stop sweating

Thoughts flood my mind

My demons have taken over.

I can’t do it anymore.

I can’t try to smile

And act

Like everyone else

Because I know that I’m not

And I never will be.

And don’t call me a coward for being sad.

I am not a coward.

I am stronger than anyone will ever know.

And I have held in more thoughts than I am able to.

I am not a coward.

I am not a freak.

I am hurt and lonely and sad.

I am human.

They say that life goes on

But what if it leaves you behind

How are you supposed to pick yourself up again?

I may not survive this.