(It must be)

Like accidentally slicing your skin to bone with a brand new chopping knife and feeling alternating relief and extreme pain as you watch your blood pour out.

Like fainting, hitting your head on the corner of a glass table on your way down, and everyone around saying, “she’s fine. Just leave her.”

Like acid slowly burning your insides. Like drinking bleach.

Like electric shock.

Like bricks holding you down, three times your weight.

Like hearing if you breathe you will die.

Like God and love and all good things don’t actually exist.