It's been a few years,
Since I felt this worried.
My mind races about tomorrow,
As a new day begins.
So many questions,
So many thoughts.
Will the abuse repeat again?
After such a sweet break.
Everything hurts,
From my memories to my thoughts.
I feel as though I won't make it,
Another step or two.
My heart is cracking,
Knowing I would never be the same again.
My world is crumbling,
Just like my mind is.
I don't know what will I do.
Every nightmare makes me feel insecure.
Should I stop with these questions or Ignore the state I am in?
My heart is racing beyond my breath,
Just like those days, I used to have panic attacks.
My achievements of becoming better,
Or am I being delusional about it all?
Is being crushed down to the ground better than aiming for something that would never be in my grip?
Everything I ever did to recover,
Will it all be wasted?
Knowing that my entire mental health was nothing but a mistake.
Where are these thoughts coming from?
I don't seem to understand but they do make some sense.
Threats and abuses were all a lie?
The damage that was done,
That misplaced my identity,
Making sure I would never be the same.
Was it all a lie?
Now what's to come,
I am not yet prepared.
Too frightened to hear those words again.
A place where I have trusted my entire life to,
Is being questioned by a single thought.
No words, no vocal sound needed,
Questioning myself,
Will decide the cause of my suicide.