Human being

Navigating a broken brain

Is like walking through shards of glass.

Little moments that are meant to cut.

Little moments that have you doubting yourself.

Am I me?

Am I real?

Am I just a moment in time?

I wish my feelings weren’t choking me

But they seem to have an iron grip

Because I can’t stop thinking enough

To even take a breath.

And my dreams have become so so sharp.

Nothing is what it seems 

And everything feels too real.

I'm losing my mind 

In the same way 

Romance novels write about love. 

A slow descent and then all at once.

My vision turned into a kaleidoscope

And I have broken down into 

Parts with no manual to put me back

Into a semblance of a human being.