Agony Poem by Christopher Myers

Heads whirling in circles dizzying. Don't know what to feel or think or believe. The world rotates as reality but fantasy sets in and pains unimaginable become more real than anything tangible. Limbs go cold. Stomach tightens. Can't move. Can't breathe. Can't think. Wants to scream till voice is taken away. Want's to scream till the world sympathizes and joins in. No amount of voices can make this pain better. Nothing helps. Crying. Sobbing. Weeping. Depression. Can't comprehend the simplest of all things. However, will never end it. That loss would make others feel this and no one deserves agony.