Breathe, you tell me.
Just breathe.
How can I just breathe when this world is crushing my lungs.
When all I inhale is smoke,
Choking.
I'm trying,
That's all I can do.
I try to push this world off my chest, just a little bit.
To be able to get that small breath.
I hold my breath till I am blue in the face.
Because it hurts to fight against the world.
To fight against the pain.
This world has broken ribs, one my one.
Crushing my lungs.
My heart pumping till it tires out.
My arms pushing against the weight with everything they can.
My head pounding as voices over power.
Why won't this end!
I can't fight anymore.
I'm broken and beaten.
Let me take this last breath.
Just one more.
Breathe, you tell me.
Just breathe.
I've given up,
The world has collapsed my lungs.
I lay here as my heart beats it's last beat.
Breathe.
Just Breathe.
YOU ARE READING
I tried
PoetryLife is a series of snapshots. Your memories are the photos, stored away. You often bring out the old, thick photo album and skim through the times you had. What do your photos look like? Are they filled with sunshine and laughter? Are they filled...
