how much longer do I still have to hold my breath?
the walls are closing in;
people wrenching my lungs.
I'm on the edge of bursting,
how much longer do you think I can hide?
I'm desperate for the air
that everyone else is breathing.
I can only inhale for so long,
until my lungs give in.
how much longer do I still have to hold my breath?
society's fingers are leaving bruises on my neck.
please let go.
YOU ARE READING
La Da Dee ✔
Poetrymelancholic poetry, prose and other random pieces of my heart in word form. ♡ // highest ranking: #62 in poetry // • march 11th, 2017 - august 4th, 2017 •
