Crashing Down.

To any regular doctor you may see that I'm beating, strong and healthy.
But if you took a closer look, and actually saw...
You would see that, that is not the case.
Shattered and broken, I sit inside hollow walls.
Counting these lonely jail bones one by one.
Trying not to face what ever has shook my well-being.
We all know how well that works.
Aching and throbbing, I feel like I'm sobbing.
Can't calm down, it's just overwhelming.
I sink down below.
At times I could swear I was just melting down into nothing.
Burning in "what if's" and jealousy.
Why, why, why would I let something as miniscule like this get to me?
I am feeling the need to run from my problems.
Physical obstacles make this nearly impossible.