And the lump just sits there in my chest, feeling like a ton of painful, caustic bricks.
I cannot contain these feelings that slowly eat at me, corroding away at my insides, to the point where I almost wonder why Im not coughing up blood.
I feel the burning, slowly but surely push it's way up into my throat, up behind my eyes, and force it's way out. Hot tears roll down my face and fall to the ground, each one evaporating into nothing, gone without a trace.
Its almost like having the ground crumble under your feet, while you watch yourself fall down a deep black hole, aimlessly grasping out anywhere for something, yet finding nothing to hold.
It's numbingly excruciating, feeling so lost and hopeless, that you are literally unable to catch your breath for even a second, hyperventilating, not knowing when it will feel like you can actually breathe again.
I want to breathe again...
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Random Rablings of a Lunatic.
PoetryThis is a book of very random poems, of all genres. Some are based on events and some are just sheer fun. Hope you enjoy!