A blurry mess; Switched off

The poem

I can't move.

my vision is blurred with black spots

and my chest is aching so badly with each breath

time passes by as a blur

I realise people trying to get some sort of response out of me

At some point I am lying on the floor

I can't feel my body

All i do is stare up at various people

and i see panic

but I am not sure if everyone is actually here

I don't trust my eyes

With unexpected loud steps someone new approaches

Something in me wants to panic but my i won't respond

So I just look... without emotions

It feels like my brain has switched off the personal connection to the situation

the paramedics, the ambulance, the everything

I also know that the paramedics are asking me questions

but I don't feel like I need to do anything

my body won't respond anyways

my brain is silent for the first time in forever

I know I haven't properly killed off my demons

but then again the quietness

is so soothing and so incredibly calming

the concept of time slips

after what could be ten hours

I feel myself slowly drifting away

Into peaceful unconsciousness.

-Melissa