Looking in the Mirror

My heart is heavy and my eyes are red.

I don’t like this feeling.

It terrifies me, consumes me.

It screams at me, in tone so frightening it encourages me to simply lay down and die.

It’s the same voice I have become accustomed to, just at a louder pitch.

It’s real now and I don’t know how to deal with it.

I suppose the best I can do is fight it, and hope at the end of the day, it will all be worth it.