afraid.

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.

(k.m.m)