the slamming of these doors
the banging on the doors
the rising of the voice
the mess
the shallow thoughts
i feel and see around me
is draining my soul.
from the heart
i'm trying my best to not be in the dark
for too long
and i know I get tired sometimes
but "they" need me to be strong.

shut up.
and
fall back.

let me exhale.


dag.