Hysterics

im laying on the floor,
curled up in a ball;
my throat is sore from all the crying,
and my eyes are dried and swollen;
im no good like this,
but i cant stand up;
my feet are shaking,
and my palms are sweaty;
im scattered across the bathroom floor in tiny little pieces,
and i cant seem to put myself back together;
the minutes tick by,
and i say to myself;
"just until the storm passes."