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sitting

on my hard wood floor

i picked up that book for the third time

reread the same lines

set it down and cried.

i cant keep my mind on anything tonight.

 

 

 

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i swear im clostraphobic

i sit in my room

and inch by inch

everytime i blink these walls slip closer

surrounding me to the point where i cant breath

and i get a wierd feeling in my lungs and i try to scream

try to frighten these walls back

but they keep closing in

inch by inch

so i shut my eyes and sing

try to escape my physical being

but i can feel the smooth cold surface

pressing against my body

these walls coming closer and closer

i sink to my knees

these soft tears

making dark circles on my jeans

my hands pressed flat trying to push back

im crying im suffering

my hearts hurting

my throat wanting

my legs my feet begging to dance

but there no room

theres no space

in this little home of mine.

 

Reviews

[Annebelle Ashire]

...the living conditions..of a broken heart..

this line here, stood out best in my opinion;

""so i shut my eyes and sing
try to escape my physical being""

I can see myself huddled in this room,
crying and singing - only smothering the words out to a soundless tune..

that longing to just be somewhere else. . .anywhere else...

what one wouldn't give..



~*AC*~