Mental Breakdown


United States
29° 36' 31.896" N, 95° 7' 58.0188" W

I hear her scream

I hear her tiny footsteps in the hallow way

 Her shallow breathing quickening my heart

She is an empty shell of the person I knew

Her soft skin that used to soothe me is abused by her confusion

Her mumbles fill the air and her eyes are an empty abyss

I stare into a portal of nothing

Her warm brown eyes were never appreciated

Day after day living with an empty shell

She is nothing but a shell

I spend day after day looking for her

The real her the person I knew

The person I called mom

Pill after pill

Doctors’ appointments left and right

Until I eventually found her

With tears in my eyes I found her and realized I never wanted to lose her again

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