Everyday as I walk out the door I put on my mask
Why?
It’s to protect you
Why?
Because like that famous line
YOU CANT HANDLE THE TRUTH
The truth, the truth is a nightmare, the worst horror movie you have ever seen and your worst fears all wrapped into one.
I wake up with tears in my eyes and emptiness in my heart, there is a lump in my throat and I feel like I’m going to throw up. I dreamed that death was everywhere I tossed and turned with nightmares again, the sheets were tangled and dripping with sweat. I dread the fact that I have to get up, I have to get up and go about my day, go to work and pretend I am stronge and that I am fine,I’m exhausted my body feels like lead, just picking my self up and getting out of bed takes all my energy and the day hasn’t even begun yet.
Every waking minute my thoughts are not far from what I have lost, what I will never have again and the horror of seeing my son laying there gone.
I stumble through my day smiling at you pretending it’s good
I do my job, I laugh at your jokes
My heart is broken, I can’t do this anymore, I want to scream, I want to yell, I want to throw my self down and ask for help.
You ask if I’m ok I mumble yes then you rattle on about your worries and your cares, the problems that you have, problems that I really don’t care to hear about.
Your kids don’t appreciate you, I don’t care
Your car needs new tyres and you have no money, I don’t care
Your rent just went up or you spent all your money, I don’t care
Life is unfair you have to clean up the house and that mess, I don’t care
I used to have problems and I used to have worries oh how I wish I had them again.
Is it home time yet? No! more hours to come, more people to see, I am so tired, can I cry yet or do I have to hold them in some more, how much longer do I have to pretend, pretend that I’m not dying inside and That I wish I was dead.
I’m finally home
I hang up my mask.
Forever in my heart Jett xxxx