Sometimes I get crushed between the earth and the sky.
Almost always when I think of you.
Did you know that?
No?
Well, let me try and explain to you, not that you even give a damn about my soul, but at least try and pretend like you care.
So it starts with the air getting sucked out from my lungs as the clouds press further down.
Then a sharp pain in my stomach, the graves of the few butterflies that once danced with excitement.
The ground crawling up, bringing me to my knees, commanding me, demanding I surrender.
They're about to crush me, just before I scream and blood drips from my hands.
They seem satisfied and take their leave, only until a few careless words come slipping out your mouth.
There, that's what it feels like when you pretend like I'm no one, like I meant nothing to you.
I did mean something to you, didn't I?
