Calm down. Breathe.
I can't. I am literally drowning in a sea of your bullshit.
Breathe. Wake up. Come back to reality.
It's not me who needs to wake up. You're trying to stifle me with your happy-go-lucky fantasy world. This is the reality I live. It's time you woke up to it.
Breathe.
I can't. You're choking me.
Take a deep breath. You're getting worked up over nothing.
It's nothing because you're ignoring it. I see what's going on in front of me. I can't breathe because you're smothering it in lies along with me.
It's not that serious. Relax.
It's very serious. I can't stop fighting...but I'm getting tired. Despair is a heavy weight to carry.
Breathe.
The shell of the body doesn't answer to this for the person they knew stopped breathing on the inside long ago. And one of these days the shell will follow suit. If things continue as they have been it's likely that day will come sooner than one originally thought.
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Injustice
PoetryI can no longer contain my feelings. With the Eric Garner situation fresh on my mind I've made a decision. I will start expressing my feelings about these situations in this book. If you enjoy it great if you don't oh well but this is more or less f...
