*M: language*
I can't breathe
and my heart is climbing in my chest
and my stomach is tight, like....
Oh, and,
are my veins running with poison?
Is this cardiac arrest?
The room is spinning around
are my feet on the ground?
The lights, they blind me,
the air suffocates me,
maybe I'll live through today
But what if I died yesterday?
People asking how I am --
if I want food or snack?
The blanket is too hot
and the room burns with cold.
Breathing should help
but I wouldn't be clawing at myself
if air didn't leave me like a fucking whore
and shut up, I can't just, "sit down,"
and Oh my God, I might break something.
What is this mess?
Will this insanity ever end?
I've been told this shit won't last
but I'd rather hide the bed;
live under a rock
and maybe be crushed to death.
