i sit here and stare
at the grains on the wall off into space
i hate the feeling of suffocating
where my lungs are begging for air
i hate the feeling of my eyes engulfed in tears
hanging onto my waterline
as if it's holding on for dear life at the edge of a cliff
i hate the feeling of boulders tied to my weak ankles
and weights strapped to my tired shoulders
i hate the feeling as though my mind
is trapped in a cold empty jail cell with someone
running a metal cup along the bars making this echo
this constant noise
those are my thoughts
unable to be spoken aloud

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