Implode

My mind is racing, yet my heart has stopped. Why am I here again? Am I in control of my life or is everything else controlling me?

The terror I’m feeling right now holds me so tight. My blood is boiling, I think my veins are going to pop. My weak coping mechanism is broken.

I’m breathing out the life inside of me. Why is it so difficult to breath it back in?

Instead of turning into a brightly colored butterfly, I feel like I’m changing into a fly with its wings ripped apart, barely functional…

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