The news has come and hit me with a crushing blow to my chest. With each breath it get's harder to breath, as if there is a constrictor coiled around my chest, and inch by inch it is taking life me. Panic stricken, I have trouble breathing, but I am in a car. I am driving. What will I do? What will I say? Why not just drive into the oncoming traffic and end this, but why endanger someone else, why not just find a bridge... I begin to drive faster, I turn up the music, I no longer look for police, I no longer car that I might get pulled over.... the music takes me, anger takes, pride takes me, my emotions take me. Tears are coming down my face, I can not think through the fog. I begin to slow the car... the song is over, I begin to breath again. I feel sick to my stomach, I feel like the world is going to end. I just want to die... but why? Why give in? Why let someone else have that much power over you? Why give that much of yourself to someone to have them just rip it to shreds and leave you to bleed as they walk away. Why give them the satisfaction.
Momentum building.....
Pick up your head soldier, be a man, wipe those tears off your face and buck up son. Put your shoulders back and stand tall... never let them see you cry.... never let them see you die.
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