Scrambled Poem by Cloe C

my body is hollow,
my chest caves in and my fingers cannot move.
there is just thought bubbles in my head without any answers.
I cannot focus I cannot think, I don't even know the date.
simple questions scramble around in my brain like pigs in mud.
I feel like I need to run and escape my mind my body and my own soul.
I'm breathing without even knowing I'm breathing and my breath is 20 beats too fast and I can't seem to calm down to remember anything at all.
thoughts roam out of my head like a roadrunner as they speed and speed like they are on the run from the police.
except the police that are supposedly chasing them is just thoughts and answers that I will never know.
I know that my head is a messy desk where there are scribbles engraved in the desk and paper scattered across it.