My heart weighs heavy.

The words I want to say wrap around my throat; choking me.

I pray that you catch a glimpse of my cry for help that befalls my face during that split second that I forget to hold myself together.

I have never been able to ask for help so to the world I always look like I have my shit together, even to you.

The truth is, I’m more broken than I first thought; I wear the remnants of my past like a lead coat, ready to drown me if I’m not careful.

I wish to share this with you but my mouth opens and the words lynch tighter around my throat until I’m all but gasping for air.