My breath comes soft and silent
As I sit knees pulled up and scared
I hate the darkness that surrounds
As I intake air my nostrils flared
My sight all but gone thru closed eyes
Except for dancing colours and white
My mind playing tricks on my senses
Because both of them are shut so tight
My heart starts to increase its beat
Like jungle drums within my chest
I cannot breath, the pressure is too much
I fear I may end up, as the forsaken rest
My body begins to rock back and forth
With heightened thoughts of outcomes new
I try my best to stay calm and bright
But I am so unsure exactly what to do
My mind plays tricks and this is not real
They happen when I and not right inside
And I turn inward upon myself and cower
With hope that from the world I can hide
My skin crawls with horrific anticipation
As I feel the first icy touch of evils Veil
I know I must stand, flee and run away
But If I was to try I would surely fail
My life is now an empty shell l of mire
That functions daily without joy or fun
My time it seems to be all too clear to see
I need to make a choice to live or Run.
And for my sanity, I must break free!
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