It come's slowly crawling in.
Bit by bit, feeling by feeling, thought by thought.
They mould together and establish a big lump,
And settle's down in my stomach, in my head and in my heart.

It feels like it's made of stone, heavy as it.
Cold as ice.
It's a mixture of guilt, anguish and feelings I can't put my finger on.

But together they form into something that I hate but can't get rid of.
Something I need to learn to live with, against my will.

It's torturing me and make's me pant for breath but it is me who set it of.


Av: Kajsa ©