The moment I stop and remember all the things I fear
I hear the blood rushing through my ears
It feels like something is ******* all the air in my lungs
or as if I am swallowing my own tongue
perhaps it’s the devil feeding on the atmosphere
I lay in my bed sweating like crazy
picturing bugs suffocating me so badly
then I dream of a world where there is nothing to fear
where everyone who thought of suicide would never be this near
I’m getting tired of everything that bothers me
maybe all I have to do is sleep
and set me free.
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