My brain feels like it's suffocating
The muddles of the day that leave sludge in their wake
Have slowly started to harden into a type of glue.
This never ending marathon my mind keeps chasing all while clawing into the ground to find some form of stationary.
The energy that ensues depleted from every serotonin source
are drying from my skin
Damned if I do
Damned if I don't
I'll never win
When did breathing become such a sin?

© PeightonMakany