This is me, sitting in a room.
As I write this, the world around me turns on an axis.
As I write this, inside me, I feel the chaos that is everything there is, to who I am.
As I write this, I feel the pain you sowed in me and the hurt you caused.

This is me, in a world full of people.
Yet sitting in its wake, I feel the presence of none at all.
Breathing, I am, I listen as the air makes its way into my lungs,
And now, as I lie down, I sense the fear that grips me tight.

This is me, reaching out for the darkness
Gasping, now, for the air that aches to **** me.
Embracing the darkness that surrounds,
Falling slowly, knowing not, when this nightmare will end.