A Rat In My Stomach

Each movement made invokes turbulence inside me.

Every thought I make brings more discomfort to my body.

Each and every thought of you pains me more as a plethora of memories flood through my mind, flicking through like a slideshow.

That inescapable cavity of dread grows, creating a desolate feeling, while simultaneously isolating my thoughts.

The clutter in my head intensifies as the jumble of conceptualisation swarms and only grows more with each passing minute.

Why you did this to me I will never know, leaving me beaten, destroyed, and vulnerable.

As time goes on, it only gets worse, not better, as the eternal entrapment is eventually evaluated by myself.

Where did it all go wrong, from euphoria to despair, driving my sanity downhill.

And as I struggle to think anymore, I feel it again, that same depressive feeling.

That constant gnawing that I feel which never really stops.

A suffering pain, like...

A rat in my stomach.