I can’t breathe. I don’t know how. I can’t speak. The words won’t come out. Pressure kisses down upon me. Pushing without mercy, but not enough to kill me. Please take me, don’t tease me. Don’t leave me with this inescapable pain. Don’t leave me with no way out. I feel grasping at my ankles, whispers in my ear- tearing me down, ripping me apart. limb by limb- Slowly and surely I’m ripping apart. Death looks warm and enticing yet death wont draw near. I’m drowning, over and over. Im Drawing into emptiness and intoxicated with sweet suffocation. The pain swallows my entire being- my pride, my tears, my soul. The tormentor teases my tongue with the taste of death. The tormentor won’t give in. I plead for death, I plead for relief. I’m at my knees, I need to be free. How did this come to be? The shock hits me repeatedly that I’m not going to be free, death hasn’t came for me. The thoughts mall toward my mind repeatedly; How am I still alive if I can’t breathe? Why won’t someone help me? Why won’t the tormenter set me free?I cry. Why is this happening to me? I need to breathe or I need to be free. I plead aloud in this personal chamber, I pray for relief. Please listen to me I scream. But the pain doesn’t stop, it’s chains are bound eternally. The wounds refuse to heal, but the wounds refuse to kill. The tormenter won’t listen to me. The worse part, is the tormenter is me.
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