Breakdown.

My back hits that cold hard wall with a thud, sliding down to the floor, gravity was pulling me down further into a pit of despair and hopelessness. Tears and anger washed over me, drowning every sane thought that was remaining within the back of my mind. I not only wanted to get out of my room, I wanted to get out of life.

It’s like you’re paralysed, frozen within yourself and every movement becomes unbearable. You forget what it means to live, to exists, to simply be. The mind stuffed with cotton wool, whilst time is spent holding hands with confusion.

I lost my mind to insanity, I scraped the edges of my surroundings with my fingertips, searching for some sort of stability to hold onto. I lost all identity as a person and become a shell of nothing. Hope swiped from underneath my feet where the cracks within my foundations washed over me and watched me gasp for air, pushed and plummeted into a world of darkness, I swallowed my breath, because I was paralysed within the grips of something so crippling.