I can't breath,
I have had 20 of them inside me,
Fitted in, until they could fit no more.

I was sealed,
Then opened,
Then forced shut,
Only to be reopened again.

I am here finally,
I feel empty,
Devoid of all emotion,
But at least I am deprived of pain.

I, an envelope,
Might just become a piece of paper again.