Vents Hidden in Verse

ache

A/N: wowza is that another sad boi hours piece?? insecure, depressive edition??

written February 8th, 2020 at 10:30 P.M.

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i don't know what's wrong with me.
i ache in areas i didn't know existed.

each breath i take
reminds me of the heavy weight
burdening my chest.

how do i breathe?

hyperventilate.
let your mind blank
so you are able to fill that canvas
with your scribbled ideas of life.

i don't know what's wrong with me.

one minute,
i am as jovial as ever,
bouncing along
to the trashy modern rap music.

next thing i know, i find myself isolated.
i shake, out in the cold.
he sat besides me.
i felt absolutely nothing
except for the feeling
of a distance...
a water that could not be crossed.

i don't know what's wrong with me.

now, i retract my knees into my chest,
creating a barrier around myself
as i hydrate the pillow i clutch.

i wish to know what is wrong with me.