Mental breakdown.

I might feel like I'm dying now but this is just a painful recovery.
Suffering withdrawls but I gotta overcome this addiction and these are
just symptoms of a broken heart.

I hurt myself, I had to let you go before you hurt me. It aches. My
heart is torn my throat has knots of unspoken words and unheard crys.
My head pounds to the beat of painful memories. I'm swimming in my
uncried tears gasping for air trying to find a way out of this ocean
of despair. I don't want joint custody that every other weekend arrangement. The memories of a cold winter are melted away by the revealing spring.