the soul sat there
a hollow shell
a soft layer of dust gathering
absent of all light

it’s dark in here
i often wonder if i’m breathing
am i hearing my bones fall apart
the shards falling against walls

they tell you to trust the fire
but the flames charred my mind
left behind a rubble
the concept of trust turned to ash

i’ve become my own antagonist
unable to process care
constant disbelief in others
my demise was always inevitable

how long have I been asleep
lying with my eyes
desperately holding onto life
leaving a blank space where my existence once laid

death hasn’t claimed me yet
but the emptiness has
so i go through the motions
and wonder if i’m breathing

panic

it’s the pounding that comes first
she can hear it
the blood running in her veins
her heart beating like a drum

soon the air will escape her
no matter how fast she runs
the air will always sprint faster
the breaths won’t come easy

her mind will soon join the race
thoughts flooding her brain
drowning out the calm
sending her sanity into last place

this race comes and goes
striking at any point
unpredictable and unstoppable
a battle to win

when the panic attacks come
the gun sounds
and the race begins