I can't breath,
I have had 20 of them inside me,
Fitted in, until they could fit no more.
I was sealed,
Then opened,
Then forced shut,
Only to be reopened again.
I am here finally,
I feel empty,
Devoid of all emotion,
But at least I am deprived of pain.
I, an envelope,
Might just become a piece of paper again.
Oct 16, 2018
Oct 16, 2018 at 2:19 AM UTC
I can't breath,
I have had 20 of them inside me,
Fitted in, until they could fit no more.
I was sealed,
Then opened,
Then forced shut,
Only to be reopened again.
I am here finally,
I feel empty,
Devoid of all emotion,
But at least I am deprived of pain.
I, an envelope,
Might just become a piece of paper again.
