Agoraphobia

I'm a wanderer.
From one room,
To the next.

This agoraphobia has got the best of me.

I'm restless.
Up-
Down.

I can't focus my thoughts.
I'm becoming agitated.

What does the outside world look like?
God...
I can't remember...
Have I already forgotten,
What it's like to be a human being?

Out of bed-
To the kitchen-
Back to the bathroom-
Lay back down again.

(I'm running out of options.)

My fears are eating me alive.

And in truth?
I'm not living...
I'm just getting by.

-Please God,
Save me from this hell.-