Poem'
It's hard to breathe fully,
Letting our air around us take notice that we are here.
Making ourselves not aware of the evil happening outside of our towns.
It's hard to breathe fully,
When your are only 14.
Not knowing who's to say, what you want to do.
We've been taught dreams that are now the lies we consume.
It's hard to breathe fully,
When the life we live is toxic.
The deadly fumes are everywhere.
It's hard to live when life is spelled l-i-v-e.
Also known as evil when you spell it backwards.
And who there isn't to prove me wrong on the term of that.
It's hard to breathe when life suffocates you.
Taking all of the important things out,
Just making you survive and not live.
It's hard to breathe when your body wants to give out.
After days of tired and eating and sleeping,
It's heavy, the world is heavy.
It's hard to breathe with sadness written over your face.
A phrase that people call you by,
But they don't know the real you,
How you wish to be sad, because you never feel anything everyday.
It's hard to breathe when you don't want to breath.
When you want to sleep in those dreams we had as kids.
Yet I had nightmares.
And I never wanted those dreams to return.
It's hard to breath when you don't want to live,
But then when you tell people this there is a time rate.
Mine lasted for one day,
I was traded the next.
Like a broken toy that needed more time, but no knowing who to go to,
The evil and the good look so similar.
It's hard to breathe when you are confused about things.
Why this and that?
Why can't I just leave this is my life and I don't want to waste it.
I didn't pay for the small taste I bought the free buffet.
It's hard to breathe when I want to love but cannot.
We see things how we want to see things.
Names and friends matter,
Family is an equation I could of never solved.
My name is simply a toy to others, but it took a long journey for me.
I just don't have anything to complain about,
If you wanted to hear me,
I am angel falls.
Don't come any closer.
My mind is racing, and the room is thudding.
My eyes are open but blackness surrounds me.
I am about to explode,
But the life is already bombed,
A crowd cannot notice the child who is about to die,
Vs. the popular one who switched up her nails.
They won't notice the lies and flames in our chest.
It's hard to breathe when you are on fire.
But the room is cold.
Where you can feel a warmth sensation running through your body.
If you ever feel the liquid stop and run, don't pull into deep to take a quick dip.
You and I both know that is how others get taken,
That is how we are not breathing in this world.
It's hard to breathe when you are not there.
It is nice to grow old far away from the fumes of others misfortune.
But the love, and the few things I knew.
It is easy to breath when you sitl the red wire in a scene.
Though this scene is real,
And the hero truly becomes the next freed angel who found their lost wings,
While breathing in our toxic fumes of evil and disbelief.
YOU ARE READING
a poem
Poetrypoems about what if feel like, aka I have depression and I need a therapist. So like read if you want to know my opinions about life. (btw the cover has nothing to do with the book it was this or yuri on ice,)
