You can't breath.
You've lost control.
The fear comes in waves-
Drowning you.
Suffocating you.
Killing you.
Your cry for help
Goes unnoticed.
They're too busy living
To see that you're dying.
YOU ARE READING
Thoughts
PoetryMy thoughts tend to form like poems, so I figured I'd share them- part of me hoping they make sense to more than just myself.
Waves
You can't breath.
You've lost control.
The fear comes in waves-
Drowning you.
Suffocating you.
Killing you.
Your cry for help
Goes unnoticed.
They're too busy living
To see that you're dying.
