My mind shatters and strikes the stillness of an okay life.
Every muscle that moves, pulse that beats, and drop of blood that touches the vein makes me shutter. It makes my breath catch.
Without light, is it suffocating dark and I’ve been trying to breathe since day one – don’t tell me it’s all in my head.
There’s no use trying to tell those unscathed how terrifying it is to breathe on days the dark taps on my window to let me know it’s draped over my home.
But I don’t want to be alone – so I try anyway.
So don’t tell me it’s all in my head.