Tasia

As I sit here waiting, grasping for my next breath of air I look, tearing up wishing I could ask for help Sitting seeing no one who I could gesture out the movements Help, can't breath Something inside of me dying deep Seeming as if my voice was the first to go Meanwhile, my emotions were shortly after The hurt, the despair, the anxiety building As my chest sinks deeper Grasping for air How could this happen to me The one I wanted most is now gone For whom I had a reason for breathing Once here, Now gone Leaving me grasping for air FIGHTING