words put together

Scene One

i'm trying
i'm trying
i'm trying
i've got a lot on my plate, ma;
please don't yell at me if i forget something, ma;
i've a lot on my mind at once, ma;

please take it easy-
i can barely breathe, ma.

my chest hurts all day-
i don't even eat, ma.

my lungs start to burn-
i'm down below my knees, ma.

you're not listening-
you don't even care.
i'm your son.
i'm your son.
i'm your son.
no you're wrong.

please help me, ma.
i need help.
i need help.
i need help.

i'm asking for help.
this was hard by itself.
i've got ash on my belt
from the words that i felt
that i burned on my tongue
before they even fell-

i've got tears on my cheeks
from the nights i couldn't breathe,
and the showers i couldn't see,
and the mornings i couldn't leave-

i've got bruises on my chest
from compressing my own breasts
so i could feel what was best
in my very own skin,
the one i'm in,
but doesn't feel like my own.
the one i'm in
trying
trying
trying, ma.

please just fucking help me, mom.