And all of the sudden this clear air started feeling heavy and toxic,
suffocating me,
I found it hard to breath and I was angry,
my lungs filled up with suppressed screams,
my heart rate racing waiting to burst,
I'm hoping it wont.
I try to seem calm but my frown and my arched eyebrow give me away..
nothing about me is calm and I try to close my eyes
but I don't want to.
I'm afraid if I open them again i'll be opening a portal for my feelings to rush out
I hold my breath because I don't want to breathe this heavy toxic air.
I'm angry at myself, for asking questions with answers that I know will scar me.
Why do I destroy myself like that?
This tinted jealousy is tearing me apart.
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Poetry"Everyone's playing checkers with their scars, saying checkmate whenever they get out without a broken heart. Just to be clear I don't want to get out without a broken heart. I intend to leave this life so shattered there's gonna have to be a thousa...
