The air is too heavy.
I feel it will crush me.
Breathing hurts,
And dry ice in my stomach churns.
Every time it attacks
I'm told to be strong,
But I'm not.
You expect me to save you
From your pit of despair.
Well screw you;
You went to the one who doesn't care.
Will you try to save me?
Because this is all I do.
You saw me bleed,
How the hell am I supposed to save you?
It hurts! Damnit it hurts!
I'm freezing and burning inside.
It still gets worse;
The air heavy and sharp like a ten ton knife.
Finish your job;
Don't leave me in agony.
Dear fucking god
Someone please save me;
The air is too heavy..
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Letting My Monsters Out
PoetryThis is a poem book where you can meet MY monsters instead of June's. If you like June, don't you want to know about the monsters that inspired her author (me) to make her? NO COPYING! If anyone steals any of these poems, I will die in a hole from d...
