everytime i inhale,
my lungs collapse,
and my chest caves in from
all of the pressure,
gravity,
weight,
of sadness birthed,
from the womb of how much
my mind wants to **** me.

and you feel the same,
and together we can sit in your room,
and together we can curl up into eachother
and talk about how much,
we want to die,
under your blankets..

*together