Poetry

Death of Me

I've realized what will be the death of me
What will slow my breathing and cause my heartbeat to cease
It's only a matter of time before it consumes my everything
And chooses what I am to be

I'm suffocated by my own thoughts
I can't piece together what I've lost
I'm mangled and broken
Due to words trapped in my lungs, unspoken

If only I could tell the right from the left
Accuse you of the proper theft
I'd get away from the pain inside
And lose these shadows in which I hide

It will be the death of me
The reason for why I do not breathe
All because I try my best
To keep my mind together, instead of in a cluttered mess

It's my biggest flaw
One that I can't bare with at all
I can feel you use it against me
Shifting the only things I see

Manipulation
You tell me things I shouldn't believe
But you use your words, that you twist and conceive
I see them as the truth
No matter the underlying proof

Asphyxiation
Your words surround me and I can't breathe
Every thing you say is so convincing to me
Are you fooling my heart or my head?
Pushing me around, I've gone brain dead

This will be it all
My last words before I fall
I can't take back the time spent
Focused on what you truly meant