"breeth" poems
Dancing.
I dance on the clouds sometimes.
There times I am buried deep.
Almost too deep.
Too deep.
I'm sofficiating!
I can't breeth!
The pressure everyone puts on me.
No mum it's not athsma.
It's anxioty.
Plastic wrap around my lungs.
Tighter.
I'm dead.
Only on the inside though.
Still alive, sorta, on the outside.
Mar 31, 2016
Mar 31, 2016 at 1:03 AM UTC
Decisions I make
The steps I take
Each day is new
I think of you
To live and let go
To breeth and not show
The pain that I'm in
The darkness will win
Time will heal all
The sadness will fall
Memories the past
I hope it will last
Each day is a fight
But ahead there is light
Hold your head high
This isn't goodbye
Dark memories in my past
A shadow you will never cast
I am stronger now can't you see
You are no longer a part of me
Oct 10, 2015
Oct 10, 2015 at 12:00 AM UTC