they can't escape through my sobs i've tried to tell you countless times but they are trapped in my throat trying to make their way out through my gasps of air im choking on all the things i want to say to you
Its having air but not enough
Its writing a story without an end, Its a present left unopened Its a love kept to one's self Its a hope unfulfilled And a dream left to die
Obesity and malnourishment
from high tides of anxiety Gargling on plastic-filled saline trapped by ancient propriety Stuffed into a submissive pit deprived of real variety Our vices clearly failing while we ridicule sobriety This hunger's for the birds because we live in a society
I'm not anxious at all when it comes to these kinds of things But I'm choking now Fixated on staying afloat My neck has gone numb and my eyes are wax I remember her eyes when I was young And my bones settle in time I am a noxious trap for meddling thoughts Justifying chronic limerence Broken are the dreams I once knew A seemingly solid idea, forgotten Suffocating in these walls that I thought up I caught a whiff of you, and it pangs me
something that's big enough for me to choke on it's ***** until someone actually dies preferably me
such is life
There’s a man at my job.
He’s always angry, like the world owes him something. He breathes out just to breath back in again. And then he holds it. Doesn’t he know he’s choking himself? You can’t die from choking yourself, But you will surely suffer. Some people laugh, because the actual thought of someone choking themselves is kinda funny. He doesn’t want to talk to people. Now he’s choking himself in silence. All this choking isn’t good for your body. You could die sooner. Maybe he doesn’t care because he doesn’t feel like he’s living anyway. Or maybe he gave his life away. To work. To his mistakes. or To his past.
The only liable limitation is yourself.
In order to fly you gotta give up the **** that’s weighing you down. It’s your choice.
Anxiety sneaks up
Like a snake in the greenlands of Africa It's poisonous fangs elongated ready to strike Anxiety knocks on the door Hoping that we would answer His creepy smile Hoping that we'd befriend him And when we do chokes us to unconiousness Anxiety please leave me be I can't stop thinking I can't breathe
Im suffering from an anxiety attack and was restless so I decided to rest
I feel like I'm stuck
on what is and what's snot Post nasal drip is when mucus in the nose drops down to the throat Voice coated and smothered 'It's not that bad’ a prime example
When I see you my chest tightens
Suffocating under your stare I can feel your hand around my throat Pinning my body to the bed Choking, gasping, crying When I see you my skin crawls I can feel your body Forcing its way inside mine Using me as an object Made for your pleasure When I hear you speak I taste blood Biting my tongue To keep your secret I can hear every threat You used to keep me quiet
I wish you didn’t still have power over me after all these years
Above the cushion springs
Above the bed sheet floor They: Bird Lizard, Thing Talon clasped around my neck Below the salted rain, I Bellow and ask for more Trap these tremulous wrists Tease these glistening lips Bombard this sturdy frame Bomb this body like a shanty town After the white phosphor mist Ambulate and bring the towel Buried in the deep between Buried in the ******* A post punk ****** scene A sensational ligature Tried and tested again Test one more time just to be sure
I feel safe when I'm being choked. Or maybe, I feel like I want to be choked when I'm safe.