Claustrophobia.

It feels like the walls are closing in on me.

My heart beats faster and faster.

It's almost as if I can't breathe,

I'm being suffocated.

As I lay there, I can feel the the blood pumping through my veins.

The pulsation of my heart in my fingertips.

Disgust. Betrayal. Hurt.

My mind races and my cheeks burn red with the thoughts.

Embarrassment. Naïveté. Indulgence.

Sleep comes in the form of tossing and turning.

Every night is the same.

Someday I hope things will be different,

I hope I can feel me again.