teach me how to breathe again.
you choked away all the
sensitivity
the love i held for myself.
i'm barely breathing, babe
my lungs refuse to function; i'm
obligated
to a sea of questions, you monster.
i'm sinking deeper, fucking
help me out of this baffling
sorrow
show me how to float again.
because i can't live like this
day by day, a circle of endless
sorries.
make me feel whole again.
if i die, would that make you
happy, you little bastard?
omit
me from your life, i dare you.
i'm approaching my last breath
anyway, not that you care.
surely
you'll forget me anyway.
he smashed the bottle.
unnoticed, unread
her screams live on
in silence.
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Poetry| 1st Place for Summer Sun Awards (Beginner's Firsts) | | 2nd Place for the Pinpoint Awards | | Finalist for the 2016 Awards | It matters not what people think regarding things you believe strongly in. Perhaps, it may even help to even spread...
