Elevator to nowhere

It’s a tight place here, fast breathes coming in whenever they can, pushing my chest against the walls.

My throat is compact barely swallowing inside my dry mouth just to try and breath, that itself is hard.

My heart is beating out of my chest slamming against the wall unable to calm because it feels as if it’s not mine.

My mind races to calm down as fast as possible, it doesn’t know what it or I wants because it feels as if it’s not mine.

The tight place is suffocating.

Cold.

Defying.

Dark.

I want it to end, I want to do anything to leave the tight place.

But why am I here? I know not. I never know.