all the pretty girls

suffocated

suffocated

i didn't want to cry,

but i kept whispering 

"i'm not alone"

until i had a sore throat and cracked lips.

my screams were muffled 

by the sudden influx of people,

and yet i kept whispering.

i'm still alone. 

trapped inside this comfort crowd.

they're pouring in,

infecting me,

and i'm trying not to give in.

but my face is getting hot,

and i'm still whispering.