Going to the last class, I walk slowly.

My weight falls over my feet.

I carry the weight of my world. 

Stunned by the laughs and screams,

of friends meeting in the halls. 

Walking slowly in the hall,

My goal? Arrive at the next class. 

My eyes blurry,

not because of my specs. 

My world falls.

The fake light of the hall hits me

 like a burst of sunshine,

 it makes me feel nauseous. 

Am I really walking? 

No, I am flying. 

My body shakes, 

but I do not feel cold,

I lose control - not only of my world.

I try to catch air, but it runs away - 

my chest bursts in pain.

The lights hit me one more time,

leaving me helpless.

The sound becomes greater, 

greater like the squeak 

of annoying animals.

I give a few steps,

and my face kisses the cold floor,

and it feels so good.

The sounds disappear, 

and the lights can’t touch me, 

my eyes close.

Inhale and Exhale.

Air in and out coming all the way down.

Inhale in one last time

before everything fades.