Homeostasis Interruptus

When the tears fall out unbidden, the empty floods in
Like a universal rule of sick emotional displacement.
I thought I felt lost before, but my insides are as taut and hollowed as the hallways of my mind.
That's when I know I am in trouble.
The endless calculating goes inexplicably silent.
My body involuntarily forces the air from my lungs,
As if it has grown tired of trying to maintain stasis.
I'm just doing the best I can
For as long as I can.