Suffocating
This Journal is going to be raw just so you all know. On a scale of 1 - 10 this is a 9.5. But you want to know why this is so raw? It's turning into how I cope. It's Exposing all of my emotions I have been going through lately. Don't Get me wrong, I love my Family. I really do but sometimes it feels like I am suffocating. That is what this is about. I'm Suffocating, and I need a never-ending Source of Air. That is explained later in this Song, Rap, Poem or Whatever you want to call it. I see all these books, all these things to accomplish. I take the time to ask What's the point? Then, antisipating a sharp tounged response and much to my surprise, I only get met with one of the most powerful wepons: Silence. A sufficating silence, I stand still, start to look at my options, but none of them seem to meet what I need. I start to panic, go up to my room, to you know, get some room, let my mind contempl...