I've been feeling out of breath lately. My lungs don't inflate properly anymore. Waking up is the most taxing task that I have to accomplish on a daily basis. I've been sleeping in, And even after I wake up I stay in bed for hours. It feels like the weight of the world is crushing my chest. Like an anvil is being dropped on my shoulders a hundred times a day. I feel like Giles Corey; Crushed by the weight of falling rocks. Rocks that look like people I know. Rocks that feel like sorrow and death and tears. Being pressed to death by demons that accuse me of wrongness, by demons who surround my head with dark thoughts; by demons who claw at my throat, tell me to do bad things. I'm constantly running from the black mist in my mind. Trying not to be swallowed by it. But I can feel these shadows on my back, and what lurks in this darkness nipping at my ankles. And the more I run, the more out of breath I feel. And when I turn to give in to the shadows, I have no more breath. I can't inhale, because I've been crushed. I suffocate; I can feel my soul dying a little, Piece by piece, it crumbles until I am nothing. I am out of breath now.
I don't know whats wrong anymore. Maybe everything? Maybe nothing.