This awful feeling in my chest,
Like someone's holding my heart in their hands,
Squeezing it tight.
I can't breathe,
I choke on my tears,
There's too many.
Too many tears,
Too many thoughts,
I'm so scared.
Please make it stop.
YOU ARE READING
When I lay here, at 3:54am
Poetry"I love to be awake at night, When no one else's awake, And it's quiet and there's peace. And I don't HAVE to, But I can, And I feel so free. It's beautiful at night, At night is where I want to be." ------
