untitled mess (drafted early 2010)

The panic grips my chest, shaking me into reality. But I’m paralyzed. Instead, I shallow breathe. I plunk myself farther and farther away, the distance disturbingly comforting. Take it all away, my mind says deep inside me. Take it all away. Depression, repression, impression, compression, oppression. I think I need some sunshine.

No more today. No more tomorrow. Just no more. If that darkness took over when I closed my eyes, you wouldn’t be here with me anymore.

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