Do you know what it's like to watch someone die?
To feel the struggle for breath?
Bones protruding against your fingers?
To watch pale skin be reveled and a needle pushed through?
To know in moments a life will be taken and while it hurts it is right?
YOU ARE READING
Barely breathing
PoezieJust words that can't pass my lips but will go through my head until they fall onto paper. Every single one of these are my original pieces.
