it hurts to breathe.
my lungs are gasping for air, like there's not enough to spare.
I start to panic, my mind is manic.
I start to pull my hair, I wonder if I were to go if anyone would care.
is this life fair?
I have been so sad, even so mad.
but I know being a part of life is rather rad.
I'd be missed miserably by my mom and dad.
they have been all I've really ever had.
I miss the people I've lost, but life has a cost.
I keep wishing them back, or a trip to the clouds is where I want to pack.
just to see if there's something so much more up there, it is what I think about while just sitting here.
my demons can smell my fear, my head isn't all that clear.
I have to calm myself down, I want to smile instead of frown.
I feel like if I don't I'm gonna drown.