Don't say that, don't
say that, not anymore, I can't
think when you say
those words, they choke when
I inhale you saying
those formerly craved syllables they
block my throat when I try
to say them back, say I-
no, I cannot I
will not I refuse to hurt
myself again for you, haven't
I hurt enough even
as I sit here and my panic
hovers like a cloud on the
edge of my mind this
stormcloud will soon soak
and flood everything in drops
of liquid terror will leak
from my eyes don't
say you miss me.
May 14, 2014
May 14, 2014 at 2:35 AM UTC
Don't say that, don't
say that, not anymore, I can't
think when you say
those words, they choke when
I inhale you saying
those formerly craved syllables they
block my throat when I try
to say them back, say I-
no, I cannot I
will not I refuse to hurt
myself again for you, haven't
I hurt enough even
as I sit here and my panic
hovers like a cloud on the
edge of my mind this
stormcloud will soon soak
and flood everything in drops
of liquid terror will leak
from my eyes don't
say you miss me.
Panic attack
May 7, 2014
9:15 PM
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