The Beauty and the Inked

I thought I was fine... I thought I was okay. But why do I feel so helpless? I can't think straight. I want to run... run away from all these pain and troubles. I need to hide, I need to heal or ease the pain inside my chest before it completely destroys me. The more I try to conceal my doubts and fears, the more it swallows me down to the last bit of my strength. I can't hold on for too long... I can't. So this is it... Maybe this is it... This is the feeling of drowning…