Negative Outlooks Poem by Kalee Skriver

The breath of my lungs is filled with a drug
that when ignited can never go away.
My chest is on fire and my soul is a mire
that is the source of my dismay.
Fear takes over, and my body just grows colder.
My eyes roll back inside my head,
and I am sometimes mistaken as dead.
I’m just going through the motions,
avoiding uncomfortable feelings,
overwhelming emotions.
Save me from myself, for I am losing all control.
I am falling apart, only you can keep me whole.