
*Possible trigger warning* This something I wrote a while back on a not so good day.
The Cycle
This viscous cycle, it goes ’round and ’round
You can feel real high, then come crashing down
When you hit the bottom, you feel empty inside
Or you’re filled with emotions, but all you can do is cry
If you could, you’d run away from yourself
You’re dying inside, but can’t scream for help
You feel alone, though you’re surrounded
People look and they listen, completely dumbfounded
Others don’t understand what it is you’re going through
Then again, how could they, ’cause neither do you
You have to keep moving, better glue on that smile
Tell people you’re fine and hope you can lie for a while
You fake it long enough, that it starts to feel real
You’re flying high again, until the next ordeal
Sending hugs to those who need it – J♡