Coughing, crying, and gasping for air.
My lungs are dying. There's just no life there.
I'm scared and a little lost. I'm sure I'll be fine.
I've given up it's too late now.
I just have to keep this to myself no matter what the cost.
No one can know. "No I feel fine, why?"
The last thing they need is to once again hear me whine.
Tears are rolling now this is the worst pain.
Knives in my ribs, but its all in vain.
My mind is too full of secrets.
My heart's too full of love and hate.
Hands pressed over my mouth maybe I'll suffocate.
Wheezing, laughing ,and crying some more.
I crawl over and close my door.
Leaning against it I wonder why?
Never mind I deserve this though I now know.
Fighting for one more deep breath I use it to sigh.
I love you all goodnight and goodbye.
-FlutterflyK
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PoetryOriginal poems and truths for the broken and lonely. Mostly inspired from books.