Jun 2014
As it continues to grow darker,
My lungs continue to morph or dry out.
Air.
Is it a saviour or suffocation?
My lungs continue to morph or dry out.
Air.
Is it a saviour or suffocation?
My brain hurts, my lungs hurt, the pressure is crushing me and I'm entirely engulfed by everyone telling me what to do. I'm struggling to find my feet.
I don't know what this is, and if it's poetry I'm not sure.
I don't know what this is, and if it's poetry I'm not sure.
