Air gets dragged painfully through my throat
as my body spasms from my violent coughs.
Now my throat is constricted
and my airways are inflamed,
there is hardly any room
for the oxygen to get through.

It's like breathing through a straw,
except there are little tiny knives inside of it
that dig into my airways as I inhale
and it hurts
it hurts so badly.

Then I feel it in my chest
as my lungs fill up with oxygen
they expand and this pain spreads like cold fire
burning me with each breath
and then leaving this icy feeling behind.

Then as I start to exhale
the fire burns stronger
and my heart is pounding
and my throat is closing
and the world starts to spin,
then the air finally leaves my body and I can relax.

Until I have to breathe in again,
and this cycle starts all over.

The twisting road stretches to the setting sun,
and you need to get to the end.
Follow the road
get there before the sun sinks,
for you don't want this journey to end
in failure.
You mimic the pattern of the sun,
fading when the last light disappears
over the horizon,
letting the moon reign over the night.
But the time is now,
and you must make it.
So you run and run to reach that sun,
but it's sinking quickly
and the twisting road is making it difficult.
Let the rays of light bend over your body
have them pull you into the sun,
so when you fall finally
a new dawn will come,
the sun will rise again
and you will be right there
following.

When the flowers push through the snow
and there is a splash of green
that starts to grow
and I can say good bye to all I know,
because everything is new now.
As the sun starts to warm me,
a smile spreads across my face,
because i'm in love with Spring.

The heat I feel only intensifies
and the sun is brighter than ever before,
it's about time that I realize
that this season always satisfies.
My emotions are one fire
and my passion is relentless.
Fireworks are exploding in the sky
because i'm in love with Summer.

The warmth turns to cool and detached
and I sit on my back steps
the feeling is so distant, unattached
as I watch the leaves fall, their colors unmatched
by the pain I feel as they land gently on the ground.
But it is still amazing to experience, and i'm awed.
I walked over to the leaves and laid down,
because i'm still in love with Autumn.

It's so cold now and I am sick most of the time
I don't have the chance to go outside
for there is icicles hanging off the wind chimes
and the season is in its prime,
yet there's something beautiful about that.
I find that I don't care that it's cold outside
and there is six inches of snow on the ground, I embrace it,
and I find that i'm in love with Winter as well.

Keeping a horrifying secret
is like making sure the most dangerous prisoner
is on lock down,
and does not escape.

You are hyper aware of this secret,
it makes you hot and you sweat
and squirm,
but yet you're cold as well.

You have been holding this secret for so long
that you no longer worry about letting it slip,
but then you do,
and the other person always catches on.

And they don't know how to react,
but they try to be your friend and help you,
but it only makes it worse
and you can't be angry with them because they are trying.

Words are so much more difficult to use now,
because the secret is choking you,
and now it's choking someone else too
and it's all your fault.

Stop speaking,
no more words,
do not respond,
just become a shell of your former self.

Go back to being normal
when the secret fades from their memory,
and put the prisoner
back where it belongs.

Deep in the cell of the brutal prison
that is your mind.
Keep watch on that prisoner
and do not let it out.