I can feel it

creeping back inside of me.

I feel the tentacles of darkness 

wrap around my chest and 

encompass my lungs

t  i  g  h  t  e  r  

t i g h t e r 

tighter.

"I'm Fine."

//Shift.// 

the reigns loosen.

I can breathe for a moment.

I can think about it all.

I have to think about it all

and then they attack again

"Really I'm Fine."

I'm terrified that this will all I'll ever be.

a sack of bones and a broken mind

no where to turn to and no place to hide

I want to get better but how can you get better

when you can't breathe to even ask for help?

"I promise, everythings fine."

I can feel it

it comes slowly 

but then hits like a train.

these tentacles will squeeze until I'm nothing.

then I try to fill myself back up

hoping the tentacles will find another thing to take the life out of.

"Okay well actually..."

I can feel it.

people realizing I'm not the same.

they ask and ask 

but get no reply

it's already too late

"..."

I can not longer feel it.

it's taken everything.

I'm nothing.