Please. Make it stop.

Drafted on 20 April 2011

It hurts right here
Smack in the middle of my chest.
Like being punched only once or twice,
so there is no certain wound.
I feel it from time to time.
Like when I stopped driving but I cannot get out.
Or when I curled up on a bed screaming into the sheets.
Once I dropped down to the floor in the showers.
And once I stood crying against a railing,
in an empty hallway,
at 5am awoken from a dream.
But other times my chest is just a void,
my mind blank.
I stare into space sometimes hoping against hope,
I would be relieved of this pain.