There\u2019s this weight on my chest, and I\u2019m struggling to breathe,
Now the light\u2019s growing dim, it\u2019s difficult to see,
There\u2019s this incessant static in my head, making clear thought a chore,
And I can\u2019t seem to open this goddamn door,
I need to get in. No, I need to get out,
In or out, in or out, my throat won\u2019t let me shout,
I can\u2019t tell where I am, I\u2019m so fucking confused,
These words in my head must remain so unused,
So I run and I stumble and I fall on my face,
This weakness within me is a fucking disgrace,
So I cower and I hide and I pretend I\u2019m alright
While everyone around me is oblivious to my plight,
All they see is the shell, not the turmoil within,
The images in my head that their God calls a \u201csin\u201d,
But hell itself can\u2019t compare to this self- inflicted purgatory,
Nor to the eyes in the mirror, looking back so accusatory,
I know what I am. I know the truth I withhold,
And that this yearning in my soul won\u2019t be controlled.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
There\u2019s this weight on my chest, and I\u2019m struggling to breathe,Now the light\u2019s growing dim, it\u2019s difficult to see,There\u2019s this incessant static in my head, making clear thought a chore,And I can\u2019t seem to open this goddamn door,I need to get in. No, I need to get out,In or out,…<\/p>\n