There is no oxygen in my world
There is no breath I take in,
that feels as I know it should
As I inhale it\'s like thousands of needles and broken glass cutting my throat and lungs.
Piercing my body, tearing my sanity.
As I exhale there is no peace, for I know the torture of what\'s next.
I feel it stinging in my throat, this sharp pain is too much to hold.
It\'s too much to explore or ignore
I can\'t fight it, but I can\'t let it go.
So I hold my breath to stop the pain, it\'s all I hear when I\'m awake
The scraping of glass against my throat, the ragged breathing, it\'s so slow.
I hold my breath to stop the noise, the noise that only I seem to hear.
This air is a murderer walking free, it\'s killed thousands not only me.
Yet as I feel the blood moving inside, in directions that don\'t coencide in it\'s regular ways,
I still cannot explain this kind of pain.
Breathe, that\'s what people say.
Breathe slowly and you\'ll be ok.
But tell me if you felt this kind of way, would you breathe in this toxic waste?
This killer, I don\'t want it in my lungs,
I don\'t want to breathe, at least not for long
At least untill I have no choice but to take a breath.
At least until the voice in my head
quiets down
Untill it isn\'t screaming \"Don\'t breathe!\"
There is no oxygen in my world.
There is no breath that doesn\'t hurt.
There is no love without the fear,
but love is a fragment of what I truly feel.
It is little, a hope so small.
It is nothing compared to the rest at all.
What\'s left is evil.
What\'s left is what makes these breaths so cruel.