Gone

Written by a friend:

12/10/2014
It’s the middle of the night and I’m so gone. I can hear the creaking of my bones; they scream of agony and burden and oh, feel so damn heavy. The crevices of my mind are laced with whispers and thoughts that spiral into waves that wash over me again and again and it’s pulling me down, pulling me out, and I’m so lost. It’s past two and I can’t keep those fucking tears away, even though they wash away the dust gathered around my eyes (all hollowed and tired), the clock nearly strikes three. I can’t do it anymore.

It’s that feeling again; it’s seeping through the cracks of my walls, my heart and trickling down my veins and throats and cheeks until all of a sudden I can’t breathe. It’s pressing against my teeth; my tongue aches with words spelt on the roof of my mouth longing to spill out into incoherent pleas and my lungs are filled with such sadness that I want to forget how to breathe. I wonder if I keep trying, maybe eventually I’ll choke on this feeling and perhaps then it will go away.