Rough Week.

The roughest.
I thought I would handle this better,
but clearly I cannot.

In actuality
I would love very much to run away.
But again,
I cannot.

I feel rather weak.
Helpless mostly.
And I am unsatisfied with the little help I can provide.
I should be able to do more.

In actuality, I am hindering myself
by wanting to forget.

I want to sleep,
but I cannot.

Unlike my usual problem,
I am not overthinking.
If anything,
I am not thinking enough.

I want to talk,
but I keep running out of words.
I want to scream,
but that's just not right.

I feel helpless.
Things change so quickly.

Rough week...