My Undoing
An invisible box, that is what my life is like. Can't see it, but you can feel it pushing you away.
Slowness, unsureness, confusion...the pressure. All around me, consuming me, threatening me.
I thought it was gone, I was dead wrong. Its back with full force...stronger than before I can't stop it this time.
It's slowly, yet surely, drowning me. I was running, running from something, something that was there...constantly
there. I needed realease. I had to get away. I couldn't think straight...just seeing it...that sticky, sweet mess; mixed
with tears and the grime of the past. Slowly I notice a shadow over me...a boy...a friend. My vision blurring, faster and faster.
I could discern nothing, yet I understood everything. I remember the shouts, the screams, the warm embrace.
I tried to talk, nothing. "Won't...tried...pressure." Was the only thing my dry, cracked mouth could stumble out.
Then wetness, tears falling on me. I didn't want anyone to hurt...I just wanted to release the pressure.
I remember the knife falling from my feeble fingers and the blood running down my arm. That cold, hot, hard, smooth
knife.
That knife, that moment, the pressure, my disease...My Undoing.