i can't breathe.
sometimes i feel so blue
red is all i see
and i just can't breathe.
please.
i know there's light
at the end of this tunnel
what makes you think i need it
let me stay in the dark forever
hue of hope is terrifying
just throw me in the darkest of pits.
cause i can't breathe.
there's a rock on my chest
a stone in my throat
im trying my best
to sink this boat
cause i just can't breathe.
breathing so hard
a million explosions in my head
how am i still here
and not six feet under instead
cause i still can't breathe
and the rock on my chest
is just getting heavier
i know no one can tell me
how much longer before this ends
and oh god
im fighting oblivion
it's getting difficult to pretend.
you'll say it'll get better
but you don't get the point
it's not about the after
or the before
it's about the hundred deaths i die in the middle
the hundred times i try to sink down
and the hundred times im thrown back on the shore.
no pitying in the comments please.
a mouth to mouth though, would be highly appreciated. i definitely need that oxygen rn.
YOU ARE READING
Burning.
Poetry..For anyone who's suffering out there, fighting with your own set of demons. ( you're not alone, you know.) Dedicated to one of my closest friends, H.
