Tears tumble from my face as I stumble into my room and fall straight to the floor.
I’ve been holding it back.
I shut the door.
Suddenly I feel more trapped than I was before.
The four pale walls consume my every being and I curl into a ball with the weight of them.
I feel weak, diseased and like my heart, once again, fell to the floor as I mourned over the loss of something I thought I had.
I had two choices, whether to pick it up or leave it. I left it. I just did what I did last time, tried to ignore it. I tried to drown it. My heart, I mean.