Wounds

I hadn't had an attack for a long time. I had been able to control them well, until now. It was bad, my sickness, plus anxiety and panic. It was a very ugly scene. I had to leave my apartment because I didn't want my roommates to see. I was embarrassed of myself. I have been under a lot of pressure lately and nothing is going well. Plus the R happened. The feelings overwhelmed me. Everything did. And as embarrassed as I am to admit it, I have been having bad thoughts. And I'm afraid I might make them happen. I wish I were in Peru right now. I feel more alone than ever.

"Y es que no encuentro una salida
Ni la forma de curar estas heridas
Y yo… lloro por ti."