Imagine

A Poem by Skylar

just a minute spill of my emotions to my computer.

I find myself retreating deeper and deeper as the time goes by. Unknowing what will happen when I take that final step and fall. My lungs and heart cave into the emptiness that fills my chest. I am borderline living, unconscious to the most subtle movements and emotions. Every breath takes more of me than I have to give. They say that time heals all wounds, however; the physical can heal to a faint scar, emotional is replaced to feel whole again, and the mental never goes away but is more forgotten. The wound I have has not become a scar, has not been replaced and has never been forgotten. The wound I have won’t heal over time, the wound I have cannot heal over time. Unsure of what the exact wound is. Covered in blood the source is unknown. I am going on the pain that pulsates through my body: the pain is at every nerve ending, every muscle, and every bone. The worst part of the pain is that it is imaginary.