My lungs are screaming.
Burning.
Itching for that rush of air.
I can't breathe.
My body's shaking.
Trembling.
Even as I write.
I can't move.
My head is spinning.
Aching.
My vision blurs and my ears ring.
I can't feel anything.
My stomach hurts and my body's numb.
I don't want to breathe.
I don't want to move.
I don't want to feel.
I'm at the point of no return.
YOU ARE READING
~|:|~Poems~|:|~
PoetryJust a few poems I put together throughout quarantine because I had nothing better to do with my life. Quick warning, some of these deal with dark themes and mental illnesses, such as suicide and self-harm. If you are sensitive to these sorts of top...
