Misread

What's the use of holding back the tears, when you're being torn apart by your own heart? What's the use of moving on, when you are still hurting? "I'm fine" is what i say every day, while I'm breaking apart each day. What used to be relief, is now a coping mechanism. What used to be fear, is now my comfort zone. "Share your feelings" is what they said... I shared and... nope...not anymore. You get misunderstood... Sometimes...misjudged... Being labeled for what you can't control... For what you can't control. "Are you suicidal?" they ask. The way i get this question every day, I'm really close to doing it. Maybe that would shut you all up! When did "I'm tired" become "I'm suicidal"? I'm jus exhausted... not thinking of ending my life. The "I'm ready to listen" broadcasts your pain. The "let me be your pillar" crumbles easily. The "I'm here for you" disappears like morning dew. The "let me be your anchor" lets you drown alone. I don't know how to swim... Why did you become my support, jus to leave me alone? Why do you show me a torch, jus to have me walk on burning coal?