I know—
I should be grateful to them, but—
How can I not be angry?
How can I stay calm?
See this smile?
It’s just a lie. It isn’t real.
I’m just—faking it.
It’s been so damn hard.
So tiring—so exhausting.
Do you know that sinking feeling—
of drowning?
That—that is what I’m feeling.
I am suffocating—
Breathing is ever so hard.
And no matter how hard I move my arms,
the light just seems to go
further—
and further away.
I—We can’t keep going on like this.
Oh!
Now I feel like taking a blunt.
Care to have some?
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