Each breathe feels like agony
Still I try to fill my lungs
I fight a losing battle just because
I beg for death yet fight it still
I could end my pain with just one pill
The pills stay buried lost and deep
The pain rages on as I drift to sleep
My throat starts to close I sigh and wait
Knowing that by morning it will be to late.
A/N: Like all the shit in here that was probably really dark but I have allergies and that's what it feels like when your throats closing from an attack well to me at least must have been something I ate at my Aunt's funeral procession well enough of that I'll keep my further depressing rants in poetry form unless someone actually wants to read me just talking bout my exstencential crisis of 2017 *shrugs* welp that's all from me for now I guess //DarkAngel out///
