My first breath is tight, gripping my chest and aching to my throat. My mind follows with chatter controlling my day before it starts. Closing my eyes allows no darkness, only worry. My body gets up and starts it's day, my mind drifts behind in a daze. Conversations are a blur while I focus on my legs, numb with panic. Smile, someone in my head prompts. Appearances portray normality while insanity consumes within.
Aug 21, 2014
Aug 21, 2014 at 7:56 AM UTC