Crushed, Nearly Poem by Timothy Ko.

On my back I stare up at the ceiling
After a while I get a strange feeling
My chest felt as it would meet the floor
I wanted to escape, go out the door

But stuck I was with no way to flee
What had happened, why to me?
I struggle, I try with no progress in sight
Finished am I with not even a fight?

Harder I try, the more pain is built
My will was dying, my world on tilt
Thoughts of despair started filling my head
Just end it now, let it all go instead?

Trying to control, get my mind straight
But my emotions loose, seemed too late
Short of breath and tears soon follow
What was this that didn't feel hollow?

Squirmed and twisted, still the feeling stayed
With echoes made I waited for aide
No one came so I had to stay still
As time flowed past, I gradually became ill

Heart and mind both sick, became weak
I begged death to deliver me from this peak
Maybe then I would be freed from this
Although I may forever cease to exist

Still an endless rest I long to find
Rather than this confusion in mind
Mystery still to when this might be lifted
Until then my emotions will constantly be shifted