I'm laying here right now at 1 in the morning and I'm trying to hold my breath. Because every time I breathe I feel like I'm soaking up all the lies that they keep saying about you and all the faces I let hurt you as I stood by clueless to the fact that every day you were dying a little bit more right in front of me. Every time I breathe all I can think about is how you're the one who's trapped but I'm the only one who feels the walls are closing in on me. Every time I breathe I hear the voice on the other side of the phone who hated himself so much he couldn't even hold a conversation.
So I'm laying here at 1 in the morning and I'm trying to hold my breath. Because if I hold it long enough, I might never have to take another breath again.
YOU ARE READING
Decrepit
PoetryI've decided to be vulnerable in the only way I know how. So this is my life, read if you'd like.
