3-Desolated

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When spoken of the pain aloud,

people laughed at me; they thought it was all due to my insecurities.


Let it be Emotional or internal,

They all thought pretty much all about the external.


When I would lay down on the bed at night,

Restless, prickly with heart palpating at the sight .


Each day when my chest felt heavy ,

It made me realize I was losing my breath steadily;


The more shallow and harder it became to inhale.

I couldn't sleep at night thinking there won't be another night to exhale.


I was scared that I would die alone,

But worst of all was when I was forced to live all alone.


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