Breathing is hard, sometimes, when you’re trying to keep a rhythm but you know there’s something hidden down there, somewhere, but you're too scared to go and see. You’ll hear me screaming battle cries but they’re filled with desperation so much pain and devastation Because I’m fighting, but I’m fighting to be me.
It’s hard to explain when you won’t understand, though you’ve seen nothing, I’ve seen it first hand still you need to snap me out of this. Clearly you know better, I know worse keep your distance from this curse, but I hope you’ll listen because this is how it is:
It’s like being trapped inside, no escape world cut off with big red tape, love for myself turning into hate. It’s like wanting to speak, but the words just die, bound and chained when you need to fly take a breath, no you suffocate.
It’s like confessing a sin which you didn’t commit, deal with the shame that comes with it you can try and hide it but it’s fixed to you for life. It’s like never ever knowing what they’re going to say and by being afraid you become their prey, my life sits on the blade of a knife...
It’s like running for your life but your legs don’t work so you’re forced to fight and you’re forced to hurt and you know you’ll lose but you try anyway. It’s like trying to swim, but you can’t stop sinking demons arrive, but you can’t stop thinking tearing at your head JUST STOP just ... go away