My mom tells me to breath through it and my mind says, “suffocate”.

A thousand needles prick my skin then multiply. The world closes in on itself and I’m not sure how to breathe. My knees shake like an anxious sinner and I bow down to the world. Sharp pants through my stomach and I puke my insides out in the kitchen sink. Pale lips used to form a smile, but now they’d crack open and bleed if I even tried. Staring through everything because my mind weaves holes to make room for the poison. Just breathe through it. Breathe through it as best as you fucking can, even though you don’t believe it’ll do a thing. -AMT©️