My lungs aren't constricted
But I still can't breath
My legs still work
But they fail me when I need to run
My eyes can still see
Yet all I see is red
Blood
Cut
Blood
Drips and drops
Something a band aid can't fix
My broken mind
My blood red skin
My fake smile
May 10
May 10, 2026 at 3:54 AM UTC
My lungs aren't constricted
But I still can't breath
My legs still work
But they fail me when I need to run
My eyes can still see
Yet all I see is red
Blood
Cut
Blood
Drips and drops
Something a band aid can't fix
My broken mind
My blood red skin
My fake smile
Not really a poem and I know it's not pretty but it's me you know