God, I can't breathe.
You know it's bad when you can't seem to get a gulp of air.
When you can't seem to hear the things around you yet be overwhelmed by the sounds surrounding you.
Why can't I breathe?
I was doing so well, better even. Now my lungs are constantly screaming and my brain just wants to shut down.
My body is fighting to stay alive while my brain wants to die, ironic isn't it? Your brain is suppose to heal the damage you do to your body not the other way around.
I'll be okay. Just give me a minute, okay?
Be patient with me....
YOU ARE READING
Broken Wings
Poetry'For someone so small you're pretty strong. For someone so brave you're pretty shy. For someone so observant you're pretty abnormal.' For someone like me it's pretty hard to decide who I wanna be or where I want to fit in. So this isn't exactly poet...
