There's this hollow in my chest,
This empty sucking wound that wants
and needs
and hungers
and takes my breathe away.
I think the hole is meant for god,
but I rarely believe in god.
I wish faith could heal me.
It hurts.
caving in on myself
like I'm a piece of paper
crumpled up into a ball.
My insides screaming,
saliva pooling in my mouth
I can't swallow
I keep trying
but I'm choking instead
You're just panicking
I think my heart is trying to crawl up my throat
but I want to keep it
because its all mine
and having a heart means I must be alive.
I think I'm losing myself