I can't
I can't breathe
I am suffocating
I can't function
I can't feel
I want to feel pain
It is so much better than this
Than nothing
You have to breathe
I forgot how
My body is working against me
My head feels...
My head...
My...
My...
Mm...
*a painful and violent inhale*
I'm sorry.
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What Life Is
PoetryThe poetry journal of a senior in high school. Raw and virtually unfiltered emotions from someone with a lot going on.
