I can’t breathe right,
My fingers twitch uncontrollably,
People keep on speaking,
They act like I’m okay.
My brain feels like it’s breaking,
And my heart’s already there,
My sanity has torn,
And my thoughts have no pattern.
I’m in constant pain,
But somehow this is worse,
I don’t understand it,
But understanding doesn’t limit pain.
Now my throat’s dry too,
From all the air I’m trying to gulp down.
My words come out shaky,
And I don’t even sound like myself.
I can’t keep on living like this,
If I just end it,
Won’t I find something new?
Maybe… But maybe not?