Break down

Sitting on the roof,
thoughts cross my head
whether they are valid
or not
I can't even tell anymore.
What I want
is one thing,
but nobody else wants that of me.
The few who would get hurt
left behind.
Is it really even enough to stop me
To stop the upcoming storm inside me?
Walls are coming down fast
Be easier just to run,
Run from everyone and everything
Is it an option?
I don't even know,
I can't make sense of my emotions
I can't think straight
With everything screaming inside me.
Everything little thing hurts,
Best left to my own devices
My own pain.
Telling others,
Only really risks them hurt
Even if they say they can deal with it.
I know better
My own devices are the best thing
Maybe not for the ones who might care,
For the family that hates me
I can see a party coming from my passing.

Reviews

[Ghost writer]

that's really sad, panic attacks, every little thing hurts, run from everything and everyone, I get it