I feel like I can’t breathe;
It’s like the elephant’s not just in the room,
But sitting on top of my chest,
Laughing at the way I beg for air.
I feel like I want to cry;
That kind of ugly cry where you’re a puddle on the bathroom floor,
Where you’re convinced you’ll never solidify again,
But the tears never reach the surface.
I feel worn out and tired;
Like I could lay my head against the pillow,
Close my eyes and stay in dreamland forever,
But when I try I just lie there, wide awake.
Something is off, or maybe it isn’t.
I don’t know anything anymore.
I just need to fucking breathe.
So why are you suffocating me?