Breathe
pressure is physical
reality is suffocating
pain becomes reality
mentally im breaking
i sleep thirteen hours
just numbing my brain
pick out a smile
entertain for a while
in hopes to feel again
i sit in silence
exhausted
frustration and guilt and shame
everlasting game
so i force the pills down my dry throat
tear at the salt flowing from my eyes
i sit in silence
and realize
i
cant
fucking
breathe
This poem is about:
Me