Oxygen
I feel as if you take every little piece of me,
I need oxygen I can’t breathe.
I’m purple pink all colors that I can see.
You suck the life out of me.
Hey You loving me is like me being in space with no suit.
No stability and no air for me to breathe.
you say I look fine I say better luck next time
, but I know I'm lying.
I will allow you to push carbon dioxide into me, making me believe it’s oxygen just like your lies you push out your mouth, I act dumb when I feel them Pierce my ears.
Then I have to collect my thought before I speck because then all over again it’s my fault!
I take the blame and drown in my tears thinking where did I go wrong.
He’ll turn around and say you looking for attention, other one for the books, a reason to complain about the way you feel and how you look.
But what about me!? Huh ? What about how I feel?
Then I just look.
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