Just another blog - candybeer

i cant breathe

people get noisier

noise gets louder

my chest starts to press down

my breath isn't constant anymore, what's happening to me

my knuckles are bruised, they hitted that wall

my arm looks scratched by claws, my claws

i cant breathe, i can't handle it anymore, i'm not strong enough as i thought i was 

im suffocating, this word became too big for me 

my body is too big for my soul, i feel little and tiny in here

I'm afraid of drowning in my problems, im scared to drowning on my own unsteadiness  

i don't wanna live but im too scared to die