Can't help it.

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Taken for granted

Hard day hard life.

Have you ever taken anything for granted?

Have you ever been taken for granted?

Yes, no?

To express sadness and the desire to cry.

To express the happiness and laughter.

Only to be brought to one conclusion in the end.

Sadness can over rule your life when you sit alone.

Thoughts of ambiguity trace the outline of your character.

You don't know who to be and why.

You wish you weren't so down that you fake the existing happiness in your soul.

Leaving you is the sparkle in your eye.

You seem to become so color blind, Black and Grey.

You walk with your chin up in hopes of high hopes that you can regain your energy.

The second you put your head down you lose it all.

You fall to your knees and wonder why any of it happened.

Why the stress was so unbearable?

Why life had to take a turn for the worst even though it wasn't getting better.

You look in the mirror countless times and you no longer see you.

You stare deep into your eyes and you ask, "why?"

Nobody answers except you and even then you answer back, “I don't know”

Frustrated you walk out on yourself and stare at the ceiling while you lay on your bed.

Thoughts rampaging against the soft tissues of your skull.

You feel like your underwater and the pressure is starting to suffocate you.

The thoughts so uncontrollable you can't handle it anymore because your sinking.

You watch yourself sink to the bottom through the eyes you saw in the mirror.

You flashback to all the days that went wrong.

You wish you could stay strong but you can't.

You lean up and scream from the bottom of your lungs.

As the stress piles on, pages fall and notebooks are thrown, walls are beaten while doors are slammed.

The tears screaming down your face aren't from anger but frustration.

Frustration and guilt.

Why did that have to happen and why did it have to happen like that?

“What's my problem!” you say screaming still as your knees hit the ground fists in the air.

Clenched together are your right and left hands shaking at the world before you.

You fall over to your side and curl into ball against the wall safe and breathing.

Breathing hard and scared for your life from this incident you've bestowed upon yourself.

Tucking your head in, biting your lower lip and closing your eyes as hard as you can.

Nothing but darkness surrounds you in the silence of your breathing.

You can't help but every day after that to come home and want to cry.

You wait for it every day now and every day it never comes.

After that you begin to feel okay again, as the days pass through weekends of solitary zoning.

You start to see colors again and music fills your desire to be happy.

Friends welcome you back to reality.

After that you take your life into your own hands and say, “ Never again”

No more will you let these emotions triumph you.

You care for others and others care for you.

Truth be told we never left.

Depression,anxiety,Stress, Emotions, we've been there too.

If there's anything I can do please, let me talk to you.