
You're breaking. It's the first thing that comes to mind when I stare into the mirror and look at my reflection. I'm broken. I can't fix this. Am I going crazy?
Rated: Fiction T - English - Poetry/Hurt/Comfort - Chapters: 39 - Words: 6,451 - Reviews: 6 - Favs: 6 - Follows: 5 - Updated: 05-18-13 - Published: 09-08-12 - id: 3056727
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Nighttime
It is nearly midnight
I've been in bed for two hours
I cannot sleep
Fear tightens in my chest
My breath is short
But this is nothing new
My mind is racing
I have another headache
Do I have a tumor?
My stomach hurts
I'm going to throw up
But there is nothing to throw up
What if in my sleep my lungs give out
What if I die
I'll go to Hell
I'm going to die
And then I'm going to Hell
I try to remember
What did Anthony say to do
When I am afraid
When I was little
And only afraid of the dark
"Have no fear, God is here"
Perhaps I doubt that He is
But I repeat it like a mantra
Over and over again
Slowly my heart going to normal
My mind stops racing
That single phrase continues
Fills up my entire body
Until I finally sleep
After four hours
Already dreading
Tomorrow night
When I will do this all again
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