I'm okay, you're okay

My skin is tightening around my bones.  I think that it might strangle me. I feel overwhelmingly trapped. Like I'm dying for a breath of fresh air and a moment of peace.  There's this point where everything inside of me starts to feel broken.  So broken, that I can't even cry about it, because my tears too are falling apart. These moments come and go, just as the sun rises and falls, though not in any sort of predictable manner.  Sometimes things get too quiet so I act up to give myself something to think about.  My body succumbs to the disease living inside of it.  Is it because I am allowing it to do so?  If so, how do I learn to refuse?  Broken parts heal, silence becomes peaceful.. I realize.. I'm ok. Are you ok?