Vortex

This is how I begin. No. This should be how I begin. There is so much going on that it is becoming increasingly difficult to see where I should be heading. When you see and feel like a vortex, it literally sucks you and stabs you slowly till you have cried your eyes out and bleed your soul out. I see the scars and wounds but I refuse to put a band-aid on it. I want to cry over it but when I think about it, I can barely see the days of tears. It somehow constantly feels like I need to be held and comforted constantly this week.