Yesterday I came to realize my level of unhappiness. This, of course, knocked the wind out of me. My throat tightened restricting my breathing. The more I struggled The less the air came my way. I fought and fought but the air was nowhere to be found I fought and fought panic filled my eyes I fought and fought oxygen-deprived blood cried for help I fought and fought voices whispered in my ear 3... 8... 10.... there seemed to be no end I fought and fought but the voices were too soothing too convincing I fought and fought but the day wore on I fought and fought the day came to an end the object upon my shoulders grew to be too light I held it down with a pillow I fought and fought until the voices came to an end.