It feels like a knife. Scraping my mind, my heart. My inside. Just cutting. And when I’m raw and bleeding and hurting
the knife keeps on relentlessly scraping away, shaving off parts of me, until there’s nothing left.
It feels like I’ve been punched, hard, in the stomach. I’m bent over double, can’t breathe, can’t think about anyone or anything else, all I can think about is the pain and just wanting it to stop and just wanting to take a breath.
It feels like a wild animal attacking me, clawing and biting and ripping at my flesh, pulling me apart.
It feels like a prison. Locked away, solitary confinement, no one can see me, no one knows where I am or what it is like in here. There is no freedom. I’m at the mercy of the guard.
It feels like I’m drowning. Panic clutches at me, I can’t breathe, I gasp and splutter, I try to reach up, I can see hope in the distance but the weight of the water is dragging me down and I can’t make it. It’s over.