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(Warning, if this even seems slightly triggering please stop reading I don't want anyone to feel upset by any of these,  depressing very slight mention of suicide)

It hurts to breathe

It feels like barbed wire is tightly woven around my lungs and throat

I can't speak

My body

My blood stream

Feels like fire coursing through my veins

There's a weight on me

I can't move

I lay there and just look up at where the stars should be

But all I see is a cobweb covered ceiling

I can feel the life being sucked out of me

Making me weak

The stabbing pain

The weight

All the pressure

Just goes away

And...

So do I

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