Breakdown
Screaming into cushions.
Sobbing to the air.
Begging the universe for guidance.
Praying for a sign.
Anything to make me aware.
Questioning every action.
Blamed for every problem.
Gasping for an embrace.
Each thought adds to the pain.
Every scar is a reminder of my name.
All relatives judge correlatively.
Yearning for support from my love.
I have had enough.
My vocal chords are raw.
Just let me breakdown.