My lungs burnt breathing in your toxicity.
And I choked up on the words I couldn’t say to you.
There’s a pain in my chest from the ache that you gave.
And there’s an idea in my head, of letting you go but I never will.
My hands, they are sore from covering my mouth from sounds of cries and whimpers.
My body, they are tired and my soul has weaken.
But despite everything, I could never blame you, I would blame myself for letting you in at the first place.

-cp