Air doesn't come easy anymore.
Like breathing through a plastic bag.
Like inhaling water,
It's impossible to catch my breath.
It hurts.
The pain tears at my walls,
until they break down and leave a mess.
A salt-water mess.
And all she can say is
"It hurts."
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If You Believe...
PoetryBelieve is a compilation of poems that revolve around believing something, or believing nothing. A few of these poems are kind of depressing, but they're also thought provoking, and that's my end goal. Some of these poems are literally when I just w...
