Closet

Closet

Curled up into the tightest ball my body can take

Hugging my legs and willing them not to shake

Hands trembling as tears roll down my face

Counting to ten hoping it will end

Closing my eyes so tight I’m afraid they will begin to bleed

Not knowing where to put my body

Feels like I am disconnected from everything

Room spinning color swirling breath unsteady

Palms sweaty legs achy back in knots

This will pass I know it will it has in the past

I am not really dying it just feel that way

Advertisements

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s