I feel as if,
The walls are closing in,
Silently creeping forward,
Trying to crush me.

I feel my heart beat,
Slow fast slow fast,
I’m panicking,
And I can’t stop it.

The ceiling begins to crumble,
Plaster raining down,
It feels like snow,
I can’t breathe.

The world is crashing,
Its all my fault,
I’m no longer good,
I’m evil.

It feels like chalk,
Coating my throat,
I’m suffocating,
In my own repercussions.

I caused this,
I can’t stop it,
I’m going to die,
Here in this very room.

White walls,
I notice them slowly,
I register their texture,
They’re soft.

I try to move my arms,
My surroundings,
Swimming into focus,
I’m wrapped up tight.

White jacket,
White walls,
I know where I am,
An insane asylum.

I’m irrational,
This was a hallucination,
The only place I’ll being dying,
Is in my own godforsaken mind.

I’m drowning in my sorrows,
In my guilt,
In my mistakes--

It's all my fault.