hollow

like the caves you make

inside your lungs.

drowning,

you say, "i can't breathe"

you say, "i can't sleep" 

can no longer dream 

sunken

like the wishing well inside your heart.

you break apart

until the tides run low,

so you slow down.

the highs are different this time. 

they don't lift you up until you crash and burn,

but you still burn 

like the fire in your eyes you cry, 

"why am i alive?"