Heaving as I try to save myself from drowning.
Pieces of nails I've bit off litter the floor.
I've lost touch with my surroundings, nothing makes sense anymore.
Erased from me is my identity. Lost who I was and who I'm meant to be.
How can something so arbitrary make me feel so incomplete?
Questioning my every move.
Smash my face on the rocks as I overthink.
Teeth shattered like glass and I reach the brink of a meltdown.
The meaning of everything I'm feeling:
Living for others is the reason I'm breathing.
I need to fucking let it go.