Confession

I lost all the color in my face My throat is closing up My brain is frozen My hands are shaking I'm naseous again I didn't mean for it to happen Why in the world did I ever hit send? Waiting here like a fish on a hook Reeled close and closer struggling to drift away The hook is caught on my lip I can't escape this I can't breathe The weight of this is crushing me It's like carrying the world and the planets on top Patrick, the name of a saint Michael the name of an arch angel Why did you leave me hanging? Hands are shaking Mind is frozen Soul is burning Mouth is dry Losing color slowly Fading away Preparing for the big bang.