Too hard to breath.
I can't get air.
Although my lungs gasp
My heart pumps
No air is there.
The pain. The pain.
It burns and stings.
It steals my air.
It won't go away.
It won't stop.
And my wrist lay open.
Flesh like paper, easily ripped
Blood like wine, easily dripped
And it steals my air away
Black spots, pale face
Vision gone and pain replaced
Replaced by darkness, oh so sweet
But yet it takes my air away
The next day, again gasping I lay
Air won't come and at fate I play
Tempting Death to come take me away
Red stains and thin scars
Reminders of those days
When my air was taken away
Passed out, found a happy place
A place where air was taken away
But it didn't hurt, it was gentle relief
And my air was taken away.
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Dark Dreams and Happy Minds
PoetryThis is a collection of poems. They cover a variety of topics, suicide, self harm, family problems. Some happy ones are there. Just like in life there are some happy times, but a lot of sad ones too.
