Breathing is said to be a privilege,
a blessing even.
But sometimes it feels like a struggle,
a decision.
To breathe or not to breathe?
Each breath is a stab to the chest.
So why not stop? She thinks.
Each breath feels like the last,
shes stuck in a room made of glass.
Locked in with screaming thoughts,
feelings that demand to be felt,
thoughts that demand to be heard,
actions that demand to be taken.
Pounding on the walls wanting to be let out.
Muffled cries for help.
But no one seems to notice her screaming or crying,
they walk by like shes okay.
But then reality kicked in,
and she realized;
The place shes locked in, is her head.
The walls she had built herself.
No one seemed to notice the pain
and tears behind those glass walls,
Because outside those walls,
There is a smile on her face.
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Stars Cant Shine With Out Darkness
PoetryThese are just poems i have decided to write in my free time, Some are depressing, Some are inspiring- at least i would hope they are- in all honesty i had just decided randomly at 2:30 am to post one of them. I hope you like them, cause I'm pretty...
