he, he Thanks!




What is it about you.
Why do I feel this pain,
Pulling me down into you,
Robbing me of my sanity,
Piercing the blood in my veins,
Tying up my voice,
Hoarse,
Weak,
Suffocating,
Drowning.
I ask myself,
Am I to always feel this way.
I am lost,
Denied,
Broken.