He wraps his hands around my throat
I'm choking and I cannot talk
The pain is spreading everywhere
As I try to breathe fresh air
It's aching, mama, can't you see?
It's breaking every piece of me
This heart I have, the brain I had
I start to think I'm going mad
My lips, my fingers, breasts and bones
I gave them up so they'd be yours
I do no longer have control
Of what it used to be my soul
I feel it heavy on my chest
For I refuse to just digest
That he, one day, will finally see
Beauty in something that's not me
//AN:
(tried to describe the way i feel jealousy as a heavy pain in my body -mostly in my throat, lungs, stomach. where do u feel stuff?)
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