I can feel it coming.
The slow suffocation.
The closing void.
That empty feeling creeping in,
before the panic.
Before my heart beats fast
as my mind moves slow.
I feel the scream clawing up my throat,
the pressure in my head.
Icy fingers gripping me.
I struggle for air,
fighting it.
Before I go numb.
The emotions leave me.
I can't breathe,
and I'm fine with it.
I'm too weak to fight anymore.
People will ask
What it feels like
What is it like to hate yourself?
What is it like to cry everyday?
What is it like to want to die?
It feels like drowning.
