Some days are just bad for being alone.

You over think everything.

You curl in on yourself and do what you can to slow the rising tension that ratchets your shoulders and spine. You lay there eyes wet but unable to cry. Waiting for the rat dog shake, the teeth at your neck to finally sink in and the stress finally make some permanent break but it never happens.

You curl and try to breath past the iron bars of your ribs and picture your bones braking from the strain. You shudder and shake as you list out every failure for the day, week, year, life, waiting for it to stop… But it never does. Eventually you peel yourself back to a normal state, pulling back on the masks and layers until you can face the world again.

Again and again.


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