When can I breathe again? I’ve been holding it for the past week. When will my lungs relax from this tensed up state, of ******* in air and keeping it there.
It’s like every time I try to exhale, I choke.
Because I’ve been planting new trees in this forest of responsibilities, ******* the hours out of the day Taking away My carbon dioxide and expelling stress The poison that this oxygen is
Because the message chime of my phone has become a dreadful drone. Chat bubbles rise up into the sky They pop and pop Like some kind of cry For help I need some air for myself
Because I’m so ******* mad And not at any of the friends that I have But at my own selfishness They deserve the best And yet I treat them like a pest How do I even ******* live with myself When I ever only give to myself
“I need to breathe” **** that noise Are you even listening to your voice You’re acting like a child
“I’ll do it, just give me some time’ Always looking for excuses Keeping expectations low With this self-deprecating ******* We get it, we know You’d rather not do anything at ******* all Playing the day away Watching the night away Wary of making plans Because you know when you do, you can’t Back away You’re scared of facing the day That you need to give your time away
“I need to breathe” “I need to breathe” How much ******* air do you need? Are you blowing yourself up like a balloon? So that you can fly High Up in the sky And get even more air for yourself But here’s the thing pal: At high altitudes, the air is thin Oxygen sparse And that’s when this whole farse Will come and bite you in the **** And you’ll realize how it feels to be alone And there’ll be no home To return to Because you pushed everyone away away Away Away Like you push the air out of your lungs In the hope that people will get hung Up on this crystal clear facade
JUST ******* CUT IT OUT, MAN
ANd I’m out of breath again
This poem turned out very differently than what I was expecting...