I can’t breathe.

The suffocation is real.

Letting time pass by

hoping I would heal.

I can’t breathe.

I’m holding back tears.

Always bottling them up

hoping they would disappear.

I can’t breathe.

Can’t explain this pain.

The words try to form

but I choke on them again.

I can’t breathe.

Trying to move past it all.

 

Image: Axel Void’s “Sehnsuch

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