Swallow and throw up

My head is freaking out.

There are pictures. 

There are smells.

There are sounds.

Pain. Achiness. Sorrow.

They are around me.

They are in me.

They are above me.

Anguish. Pain. Torment.

Right here.

Right now.

Forever.

Touching. Contacting. Fingering.

My heart is shaking.

My soul is breaking.

My body is bleeding.

Anew. One more time. Once again.

It's still paranoid.