There is pressure building up behind my brain. The world feels so distant, and I'm so afraid. Images of harm swirl behind my eyes. How do I relieve this hurt, and stay alive. I can picture my nails going into my skin, my hair clumped in my hands. The visual is so strong, so convincing. Its wrong?
I can feel myself breaking, snapping. My sanity is shattering to pieces in my skull. Edges of glass banging violently about. Could it stop it? Ease it? Take away the pressure?
Its wrong. No.
1, 2, 3, Breathe. 1, 2, 3, exhale. Again. Rocking to the numbers like a dizzying waltz. 1, 2, 3, again. Again. Again. Steps in a romance, hopefully less tragic than this. 1, 2, 3, again. My nails are clean, free of hair, and skin. 1, 2, 3, again. My sanity is shattered, but it stays in my head. 1, 2, 3, again. If anyone saw me, they think I was calm. 1, 2, 3, again. Picking up the pieces, its all in my head. 1, 2, 3, again.
These broken shards of glass don't always fit back where they were. Sanity is overrated anyways.
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