Sometimes I think my lungs are shrinking,
And there's nothing I can do,
But claw at my chest,
Till I bleed between breaths,
And try to make it through,
But what used to last for minutes,
Is turning into days,
And the saying "Breathe deep"
Has turned so cheap,
And no one knows what else to say,
When my chest isn't tight it's hollow,
Expanding into space,
Darkness inside me,
Like the demons beside me,
Have clawed inside through my face,
The emptiness feels like reconing,
For all that I have done,
The tears I'm served
Are undeserved,
But that doesn't stop them from getting to run,
It's worse than it was before,
Because now I know I am now safe,
From who I am,
Or where I stand,
I am not a trusting place,
I'm hurting and I'm hurting
God please tell me when does it end?
Because if you're there,
And I'm not screaming to air,
I beg for you some sign to send,
I'm shaking, I can't stop shaking,
I'm hollow and I'm trapped,
I'm my own jail,
So cold so frail,
Emotionally tapped,
The wind is more my friend,
That the earth was ever home,
So blow through me,
And set me free,
Because this is hell, and I'm ready to go...