Under my covers,
Hiding.
From what?
I have no clue.
Fear sets in
Like clouds of hail;
Slowly descending,
Then pelted with
Everlasting darkness.

My breathing is
R a g
g
e d.
My body is
R                
    I          
       G      
            I    
               D.
My breaths
Rise up faster,
Now plumes of
Burning lava.

There are more
Voices, not just
Mine
And
It’s
Voices,
But a couple more
Disembodied
Voices.
I know them,
But I also don’t.
They’re all so
D I S S A P O I N T E D
In the failure
That I’ve become.

I’m panting.
Why can’t I scream?
Why am I choking?
Am I breathing too fast?
Breaths keep coming,
My heart keeps beating,
More
And more
And more
And

M
O
R
E

Then nothing.

—————S P A C E—————

My breathing slows
My heart at a standstill,
I don’t know what’s happening,
So I just lay there,
Thinking about how
I wanted
a new me,
But not a me
That was
So very ****** up.
I never specified that...
What has become of me?