Breathe.
With all the happiness you took away.
Apparently you also took the air.
For days in the dark.
Now for every person I’m afraid.
Slowly going insane.
Seeing no future ahead.
My neck is covered with chains.
Slowly suffocating me more.
My air is taken away.
Not knowing what to say.
Who do I talk to now?
Didn’t want to breathe anyway.
This feeling is getting stronger.
Darkness consumed me.
For days doing nothing.
Panicking about everything.
And if this is what the future holds…
I can’t take it.
Not even curious enough to stay.
I need a sewing kit.
Sew all the skin back together.
Sewed my lips shut.
Can’t breathe anyway.
Although that’s what I want.
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