I can't do this
I can't live here
in this prison cell of dysponoea
I'm struggling
trying to relearn how to breathe
with these scarred lungs
and they're suffocating me
they've reached in and
forced the air from me
reopening the wounds
again and again and again
I'm trying so hard to survive
to keep breathing
but how do I do that
when they're killing me
YOU ARE READING
wilting roses
PoetryAnother collection of (bad) poems. *tw: mentions of sexual assault, drug use, drinking, suicidal ideation and self harm* -a collection of poems that document my experiences with my mental health throughout high school. a warning: i had a few undiagn...
