I've stopped breathing and no one can see
My head is swimming further bellow me
The ground is shaking there's nowhere I can be
I'm trapped in silence, am I ever going to be free?
It's okay to be afraid, but just to a degree
I'm scared for my sister, her name is Marie
She has nowhere to run and nowhere to flee
Marie's not coping very well, but others disagree
My mind always wonders and travels to he
I fear he's as small and skinny as thee
My heart just pounds on her skipping spree
I've stopped breathing and no one can see
YOU ARE READING
My heart for all to see
PoetryMy mum past away April this year... Poetry to me is my outlet, my way of expressing myself, my way of coping with the intense feelings I endure at times. This is a side of me I don't show to those around me, and yet oddly enough I find myself postin...
