By Jessica Spoto

Mind spinning with bipolar schizophrenic thoughts

Pulling her this way and tearing her that way

Her eyes roll back into her head as she sits stiff

on the cold concrete floor

Drool oozes down her dry cracked pale lips, the saliva throwing up everywhere

She takes her hand places it over her heart and starts to dig fingernails in

She keeps digging and digging into her skin over her heart

Her fingernails now filling with popping blistering skin

With a quick sudden movement she jolts her hand from her heart

and screams

Her lungs almost popping