Breathe in, breathe out
Quicker, quicker, before I run out
I gasp for air before I drown
But my lungs tell me I'm sinking down...
I can't breathe, my chest won't fill
Is this how dying is supposed to feel?
Every breath I take is stolen
But it doesn't matter because my throat feels swollen...
One, two, three, four
Inhale deeply, but my lungs are sore
Tired of every breath I take...
Will the smallest be my next mistake?
Breathe... I can't breathe anymore
Dear God, what am I fighting for?
When giving up is just so easy...
Breathing harder, I'm getting...
Dizzy...
YOU ARE READING
Sing and Dance
ПоэзияSing and Dance all your troubles away, and maybe they'll come back another day #98 in Poetry (9/6/16) #48 in Poetry (9/7/16)
