Something Is Wrong With Me

There is a void in my mind
where the
poetry used to live
(it sleeps)
My mouth is closed,
eyes, vacant,
and my body aches.
A dull throbbing in my skull
keeps me from sleeping
(from escaping)
but my head is so heavy,
I cannot lift it.
My breath comes out in
uneven gasps
(sometimes I forget the need)
my eyes keep trying to close,
but will not stay so.
(no cure)
My hands are red,
the blood is on the inside (this time)
and they pulse in rhythm
with my pain.
My heart flutters around my chest,
beating quickly, yet I have barely moved...
(what's wrong?)