How am I Breathing when I am Dead?

Wed, 03/26/2014 - 23:24 -- nonie

Panic

Can't-- I can't Breathe...

Panic

I know...

Panic

I've done it again

Panic

You don't think I know...

 

 

The desctructive words

from my past

Swallow and destory

encouraging words of the present.

 

I hear the screams

"Moron"

"Moron!"

"MORON!"

 

I create disappointments

not beauty

I create mischief and chaos

not peace and clarity.

 

I thought

I prayed

I SACRIFICED
 

Try...but I'm losing

They will always crawl back into my head

I thought it would go away

but it hasn't

It's the scar that will never leave me

 

Now it leaves me in darkeness

Panic

and--and I'm scared

PAnic

I'm weak

PANic

The voices are fading

PANIc

into black

PANIC!

 

I'm breathing--

and I'm Dead.

 

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