it's when you wake up everyday, with that lump in your throat. it's when you get out of your bed with anxiety that overflows. it's the voices in your head that tells you things you're not supposed to know. it's knowing when things are getting rough but you still don't let go.
suffocating behind those hysterical laughs, dying under your smiles. it's when you feel that time is agonizingly slow and everything starts to feel like torture but you're afraid of the new so you stick with the old. next thing you know, you're out cold.