I can hardly breathe
a poetry on how the voices in your head ruin you
Its tough, I can hardly breath
When I voice out my thought,
they call me a freak
Picking a pen and a neat page
writing my heart out in this feiry rage,
A rage that binds me within myseld
eyes too blind to make it out of this cage,
The voices that never stop
always so excruciating,
Telling me I can't make it
not without breaking,
But the question is
How long would this smashed version of me persist
In this self inflicted oblivion of mine
When my heart ceases resist....
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