Everything is too close to me. 
Tooclosetooclosetooclose. 
I can’t breathe. 
(Have I ever?)
My chest is being crushed,
Though nothing is closing in. 
I can just no longer open. 
(Or be opened.)

There is too much going on around me. 
Toomuchtoomuchtoomuch. 
I can’t see. 
(Will I ever?)
My head feels anchored some times,
And lighter others. 
My ears have stopped ringing. 
(I thought they’d never.)
And I’ve stopped doing almost everything.

I’m trying to fix it. 
I’m trying to let it all go. 
If love is an open door,
I want to keep mine closed. 
What I don’t know is 
Whether I have more 
To get off my mind
Or
My chest.