I can not breath.
All of these thoughts in my head make my throat close up.
The thoughts of you make me pass out.
The thought of them kills me.
I can not breathe, but no doctor can tell me what is wrong.
I know what is wrong.
They are wrong, you are wrong.
You and your friends trying to make to become someone I am not closes up my throat.
I can not get one simple breath, because you will just steal it away.
You do not care about me, or about my life at all.
You just like the idea of having me staring at you back.
Wishing I was you. Being envious, and scared.
I can not breathe. But you will not look and see.
That you are truly killing me.
YOU ARE READING
A Series of Letters.
PoetryA Series of Letters is a book about short poems. They are true deep thoughts in a person mind coming out into a series of "letters".
