My jacket I hold, puddled with my tears,
Emotions tossed in with ptsd and anxiety fears.
I try to hold it in as quiet as I can,
To save my family from my depression caravan.
Inside, my blood it boils.
My attitude spoils.
A empath with everyone's emotions,
My mind is filled with deadly oceans.
I want to scream and cry and throw things,
But the car confines me and the windows sing.
A story it tells when it shows my reflection,
And here I see my pale tired complexion.
To my arm I see the scratches I made,
My fingernails are sunk in like a blade.
I watch as the little birds fly away,
But the feelings are anything but okay.
Will I be okay?
