IRC-Galleria

It´s a comfortable temperature in my place.
If only I could stop sweating due to mania and anxiety that is.
The tower-like fan is always on,
yet the air stays the same.
The way my shirt touches my chest makes me feel like,
I´m suffocating.

The mirror opposite my bed reflects the posters in my alcove.
My clothes hang on a portable hanger to the left of my mirror.
My left foot feels uncomfortable in socks.
My breathing is unsteady.

I don´t trust my thoughts.

I don´t trust my choices.

I don´t trust the voices.