Diary of my Today

I write because it brings me comfort
I write for words tell about my heart
The state in which it trully is today
The truth of my today’s reality

In this moment my heart is heavy
Not much I can’t write with no cry
Many tales and proof of my existence
The baggage and reality of persistence

It feels like my heart is going to break
For I can’t hold as it gets so thick
I can feel the walls closing on me
I can hear the exhaustion in me