I write when my chest gets tight and it feels like I can’t breathe
And for (what feels like eternity) everything I’ve worked so hard to keep secret comes
crashing.
down.
Imagine being in a wave pool, going deeper than you knew you should and getting knocked under,
and considering the possibility
maybe
that you might not come back up for air;
now imagine that feeling everytime you open your eyes.
Poetry about happiness?
I’m sorry, I can’t help you there.
Jun 24, 2017
Jun 24, 2017 at 9:32 AM UTC
I write when my chest gets tight and it feels like I can’t breathe
And for (what feels like eternity) everything I’ve worked so hard to keep secret comes
crashing.
down.
Imagine being in a wave pool, going deeper than you knew you should and getting knocked under,
and considering the possibility
maybe
that you might not come back up for air;
now imagine that feeling everytime you open your eyes.
Poetry about happiness?
I’m sorry, I can’t help you there.