Lungs.

about how feelings affect my breathing in my daily life.

Lungs.

My lungs, they burn from all the air I breathe in. The oxygen we call healthy, takes my breath away. My heart, it burns from all the scars you left me with. It's not like you even cared to begin with. You are like a puppeteer. Pulling on my strings like I am a freak show and your the master. Pull the strings for a show. Listen to me please. Will somebody please just listen, you're screaming. Notice, notice me. I'm yelling, but, why? No one can hear past your hypnotizing way of mind. You are convicting my mind of a crime that it is not capable of being aware of. That is wrong on so many levels. I am slow drowning. You don't even see it, that's the real problem. My lungs, they have collapsed and my heart, I just had a heart attack. Will you please listen to my soul scream out for existence. I've never yelled this loud before. My lungs are throbbing, burning from the air, from me breathing. I've been victimized by my mind. I believe you deserve me gone from your life but, I promise that you will loose this fight against me. My soul is stronger than my core will ever be. I am dying to watch you fall down one by one. God, my lungs are burning from the pain of breathing in the air infected with your poison. You killed me, slowly but surely. My lungs are as black as your heart is.