In this small vacant room
I'm forever stuck in the isolated bed
surrounded by plain white walls,
but feeling a large house
sitting on my chest;
trapping me from ever leaving.
I can feel it crushing my ribs
and I can barely breathe
but I can do nothing
but quietly cry,
I can barely
breathe.
In my stomach, there's a rat
trying to claw out of me,
and every time it tries to get out
the more painful the scratches become,
and the more I feel the need to puke everything up,
every word
and every tear
an invisible bear is holding onto me
trying to shake me to death
I can barely breathe
I can barely
breathe.
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The Muse Of Nature & Incomprehensible Torture (poetry & prose)
PoetryThis collection of poetry and prose is all about my life, from the very beginning to very recently. It's a tale of my childhood, relationships of all kinds, all sorts of breakups, trauma, the ups and downs of being a teenage human, and the waves of...
