Can you breathe for me
I know it's a lot to ask.
I'm terribly sorry for bothering you.
But as it seems, I can't breathe.
Not on my own anyway.
My life took a turn for the worst the day I picked up the blade.
Yet I still pick the poison.
Can you stop me?
Can anyone see..
I'm destroying myself, tearing apart at the seams
Can you save me?
Only from myself.
It seems I'm the biggest danger after all.
YOU ARE READING
ØVERTHINKING
PoesíaØverthinking leads tø fear. Fear leads tø anxiety. Døn't knøw what's inside øf me. F A L L I N G Everyøne has their demøns. Søme møre than øthers. These are mine
