Running
Back
And forth
Reach the line
I'm not that bad out of shape
But still struggling
Throat burning
Head pounding as if there's someone trying to bang their way out
And lungs desperately fighting for air
I give up...
I sit down when I reach the line
And try to catch my breathe
Instead of running back
Chest rising and falling
With each gasp for air
Oxygen
Why do you hate me?
Lungs,
Why aren't you working?
Coughs hurt my throat
And make me weak
I take my inhaler
But it isn't working
It's just making me shaky
Panic rising inside me
I can't breathe
I can't breathe
I can't breathe
I take another puff
And wait
1
2
3
4
5
...
Breathe out
And couch violently
I'm going to die
I'm going to die
I'm going to die
No one notices
(this note was written by headphones that plays trombone as if it was a flute)