Oct 2012
It wraps around my heart.
Like vines.
Like rope.
Like grasping fingers.
I can't do this anymore.
Suffocating.
Choking.
Dying.
I need the relief.
A breath.
A sigh.
A smile.
I need to escape.
Like vines.
Like rope.
Like grasping fingers.
I can't do this anymore.
Suffocating.
Choking.
Dying.
I need the relief.
A breath.
A sigh.
A smile.
I need to escape.
I live in a small town in Cornwall and I've always felt suffocated here.
