When I try to breathe.

There are weights on my chest,

when I try to breathe.

Heavy thoughts that I wear,

upon both of my sleeves.

And I never can tell,

just when they will leave.

These demons that prey,

and haunt in my sleep.

My eyes are wide open;

but I  won't believe.

The shadows that dance,

and whisper to me.

My ribs are a cage,

and my heart is the key.

It's too far away,

and it's maddening me.

So that just as I drift,

and think I am free;

there are weights on my chest,

when I try to breathe.