tears dried, before you
could leave behind
our rendezvous;
but the touch stay(s),
how could it
ever fray
when you kissed me
quite insane, cut
me free
from the shackles of
this suffocating world?
had enough
of this city growl:
off i go,
my soul
and me; help me
search who i
can be;
I belong in quainter
end-of-worlds;
Darling, you're
and art in yourself,
an artistic brilliance;
please help?

You see me.
I can't breathe.
I'm suffocating.
You just stand there
And watch.
You hold a life line
But you refuse
To help me.
So don't breathe.
Don't breathe.
You're stealing my air.
My air.

I'm caught in the waves of suffocation, but I'll learn how to surf on them to catch the fresh air of freedom again.

Why do my hands start trembling as soon as you say your goodbye?
It was so meant to be, and I only have to repeat after you.
Goodbye
I say
And it feels like I am asking you to **** me.

Do they know, what it’s like?
Visuals emerge, inside my head…

People everywhere, pushing,
No one watching, no one caring.
My throat…closing.
Suffocation. Anxiety.

The noise - there’s too much.

Screaming, laughing, yelling,
It fills every space in my mind.
I have no escape.
Claustrophobia. Anxiety.

They’re everywhere I turn…

Those noticing ask, are you okay?
Everyone looks at me. Stop staring!!
I can’t breathe...something’s rising inside.
Anger. Embarrassment. Anxiety.

There’s no where to go, no place to run.

Questions, Questions, Questions…
Why? Why not? You have to…
The pressure, the force –  it's building within.
Overwhelmed. Ashamed. Anxiety.

Do you really know, what it’s like?

Be thankful you don’t walk,
Even a mile in these shoes.
Because then you might understand,
What it’s like, to have to choose...

Alone in my empty home,
Because I just couldn’t embrace,
A tradition in which family partakes...
No Stampede Breakfast, just isolation.
Sadness. Depression. Anxiety.

Do they really know…..what it’s like?

The air is immovable.
you took the wind with your wrists
so i light candles for a trace
of your cyclone steps
To   stop    drowning    on    dry      land
let me breathe in
let me hold your hand.

I can't bury you
Nor can I heal;

In my veins,
In my soul.