Aggression swallows me whole
What follows isn’t the usual
Instead of heat and rage
Seclusion and trembling
Depression, utter disregard for the life given
As the seconds increase
It’s followed by the rate of my heart
Time soars
I sob,
Not because I’m truly unhappy with my life
But at this moment my eyes are shut,
So tight I begin to feel my heart through my face
For if I open them,
I will find myself at the bottom,
Darkness again overwhelms my soul
With no one to wipe away the trickles of moisture colliding in alternate paths down the ridges and indentions of my face,
At the bottom,
You feel too distant for even the rocks to touch you.