[untitled]

It's the tightness in your chest
when the thoughts won't let you breathe
the lump in your throat
that you swallow through grit teeth.

It's the numbness that takes over
in the middle of the night
and the emptiness that disables
your will to fight.

It's all the pain
and midday fears
and the thousands and thousands
of unshed tears.

It's the numbness in your brain
but you still manage to sting
and the thoughts that make you think
that you can't change a thing.