- "hush, it will be over any second, it'll all be okay", they said

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i'm
crying on the
bathroom floor because
i'm
too weak to stop my tears
and get up

i'm
shaking,
screaming,
breathing heavily
but also not at all,
hyperventilating
and unable to stop

i'm
scared,
ashamed,
horrified,
out of control

i'm
ready to end myself
because i don't know
how to get the control
over myself back

my head keeps spinning,
the thoughts are unbearable
because i know that
they're irrational,
but that doesn't make
them less terrifying -
it's a spiral
and it keeps getting
tighter and
tighter,
until i'm so lost
that i stop crying,
stop shaking,
that i
can breathe again

until it happens again.

- this poem is out of control, just like i am.

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