Yesterday you said tomorrow.
Sometimes I feel like I’m suffocating
Why does no one do anything, help me.
Do they not see my face turn shades, from blue to grey
Do they not notice me clasping my throat, clutching for air
Why would they? I hide it all to well.
At times I forget of my own pain, my own memories, my own suffering.
But then it comes again. It snaps me shut. It takes me prisoner.
I cannot come out.
Tears stream through my memories. Cries flow from my present.
I just want…I yearn for