my ribs dig into my lungs, they cannot expand
they can't fill with the air i am so desperately gasping for
no breath is deep enough to give me the relief i need
i can't breathe.
i can't breathe, i can't breathe icantbreatheicantbreatheicantbreathe
I can't breathe, my heart pounds out of my chest
i can hear the sound in my ears and it overtakes all my senses and all i can feel is death's grip on my pounding heart
slowly, meticulously
torturing me. pulling my aching heart from my chest at an incomprehensibly slow pace
I'm dying.
dying
dying
dying
dying
dying
I'm dying slowly and there's nothing I can do about it
my vision is blurry and I can barely stand
I cannot stand why death does not just grab me instead of torturing me with this promise
torturing me by letting me know how easy it is to get me
how easy it is to get my body to turn against me
how easy it is to turn my mind against me
dying
dying
dying
dying dying dying dying dying dying dying
but i'm not
I'm not dying and still
there's nothing I can do about it.
