My lungs are lead weights in my chest, pressing against my rib cage and bearing down on my intestines.
I try to inhale but the metal that is my lungs will not ply.
My mouth is stuck in a wide O as i continue to wheeze.
I reach out to your hand for help but you just sneer and pull away.
My lead lungs pull the oxygen from my system, keeping the necessary gases from entering, and you laugh.
You laugh as my whole life is taken away, endless possibilities all ended by the one impossible thing i wanted!
You.
You are what stole the air from my lungs, oh how exciting it was until i realized i could no longer take it back.
What you hold in your hands is not yours to have it is mine.
It is the air from my lung, every beat my heart skipped, every thought i have had since you showed up.
But now with this burning in my chest, my heart trying desperately to keep on pumping, i look into your eyes as you throw it all away , disappearing like dust in the wind.
Then you are gone.
Just as quickly as you came you leave.
The lead in my chest begins to drip through my bones, burning and clawing its way up my throat, and out my mouth and eyes.
My heart beats weakly in my chest as if it had gotten used to your vice like grip.
My eyes drip and my lungs burn and now all im left with
**is lead

I am alone. I am alone in an ever deepening hole. The pin ***** of light at the top has become to far away for me to see. This hole is empty. Void of anything to distract me from it's darkness. It swallows me whole, with no forgiveness it's teeth clamp down on my body. I feel no pain any more. I have been here too long. The voices leading me out have long since disappeared. 
The red of my blood against my skin has become dull. A grey liquid bleeding out of grey veins onto grey skin. Slowly I am fading out of existence. And I will fade alone.

This place,
It echoes with sounds.
From the past present and future.
It gives me an option.
Of which to respond to.
Will I keep screaming back at the past?
Or whisper towards the future?
Why not just sit and listen to the sounds of now
Instead of worrying about the sounds that might come,
Or regretting the ones that have already left.
I will love the sounds that are bouncing off the walls of now.

The bees in my brain begin to crawl out of my eyes, nose, and mouth.
There are ants under my fingernails and biting at my arms,
the caterpillars in my throat bloom into butterflies eating their way out of my stomach.
A snake coils around my lungs and squeezes as hard as it can.
The earth quake that makes my knees shake has broken my legs. Unable to stand i fall and i shatter.
I am made of glass and have broken under the crushing weight on my shoulders.
The bugs run free from my body and for a moment, I am at peace.