Here is a poem I wrote while it was happening...I have't finished it...maybe I won't...but I want to post it

I'm so tired. My body is wearing thin.
I can't breath. It's sucking me in.
The dark memory encircles me.
Why can'tit just leave me be.
I start to shake, and want to cry.
Why won't it just let me die.
It pulls me under. It won't let go.
I can't escape. There's to much I know.
It's scaring me. I want to run.
It toys with me. It's haveing fun.
I couldn't run then. I can't run now.
I can't make it go away. I don't know how.
He is still here. The memory lingers on.
Will it ever, forever be gone.
SI helps make it, go away.
But soon it returns, and makes me lay.
Lonely and scared on the inside.
Shaking and gasping, wanting to hide.

That is it for now. Maybe I willl finish it later.