My heads cloudy,
My thoughts up in the atmosphere.
I can’t think clearly,
I can barely breathe.
My body is slowly shutting down, I can feel it in my bones.
I take a step and my bones begin to creak.
My body is an old home,
Torn down for the new.
My thoughts, the ceiling above my head,
Crashes to the ground.
With it, all that is left of me.
I am my own home and now my home is gone.
“I” am gone.