I am afraid
I panic as I try to explain through razor blade words that catch in my throat
Each emotion becoming another grotesque indistinguishable note
Sleep no longer grants a repose from the never ending march toward death
It has only served to isolate me when I awake struggling for breath
I can feel the weight on my chest grow heavier with no rest
Like a witch with stones piled on her caving chest
I'm at the edge of the abyss unsure if I should  jump or turn to flee
If I plunge into the darkness will there even be a memory left of me
I am afraid