I can’t breathe.
why?
why is it so hard to breathe?
There’s something wrong.
I don’t know if something is wrong with me.
Is there something wrong with me?
What am I saying there’s always something wrong with me.
Thats what my mom always says.
That I just want attention, but I know somethings not right.
It’s like I’m in jello. STUCK. Like a THOUSAND pounds
sitting on my chest. Then I see her it’s been a long time.
I’ve missed her,
I’m not mad at her anymore,
I know that it’s not her fault now and now I’m with her.
In the same lake she drowned in.
And now I know it’s like breathing,
breathing underwater...