A Story.

I had collapsed in the bathtub, begging someone to come pick me up.  But I knew better.  No one was here.  I felt hopeless, scared, worried, afraid… Weak.  I’m a strong person, and I felt stripped of everything I was.  How do you get over that feeling of not being you?  The tears came next.  I couldn’t help it.  I was overloaded with emotions, and pain throbbing in and out of my skull.  I cried over things I promised myself I wouldn’t get upset over.  Left-over feelings came trushing through my core-I couldn’t stop, wouldn’t stop.  Oh God, someome make it stop.  More tears, more pain.  Please make it stop… Oh god…. How did I get so fucked up?  How does this cause so many fucking problems?  What the fuck even happened for me to get here?  Please…