Time is passing by and nothing seems to change, not even a bit. Time just passes and I'm still stuck in here. It's been almost a year and a half by now. I feel like I'm slowly drowning but I can see everyone around me moving on. That's how it feels. Everyday of my life trying to hold on for longer, but feeling like it's my last very moment. It's killing me, slowly, painfully, and I know. But I'm trying my best to hold on and stay strong, I really am.
Sometimes it doesn't seem that bad and things can even start to get better but without warning and in a matter of minutes, everything falls apart again. That's the worst part. Whenever everything seems to be getting in place, all gets worse.
And everyday, I wonder when things started to get this bad. I wonder when waking up in the morning started to be so difficult. When answer the question "how are you" required so much strength to not break down and cry out how bad I was. When having a smile on the face became an act so false. When something as simple as breath became something so hard to do. When the will to live fade.
So this is my reality, this is my life now, trying to hold on and stay strong while life keeps pulling me down.
So this is my reality, this is my life now, trying to hold on and stay strong while life keeps pulling me down.
