Breathing

Breathing
I wish I could go back in my life and pinpoint the moment I stopped breathing. The moment my new self was born.
When did control become my oxygen and why can I ever get enough?
The lack of air is catching up with me now
And I'm so dizzy
And I've never felt so
Wrong
and I just want to breathe
Why can't I breathe
Everyone else can
So why can't I
I just want to breathe
It's supposed to be voluntary
Like blinking
And sleeping
And falling in love
It's breathing.
But I guess I can't do those other things either... The world is constricting my control
Not control
Not control
My oxygen
And I just want to breathe
Why can't I breathe
Why won't he let me breathe
Why won't he...
He
He
He
And why can't I take a moment
I just want to take a moment
Why won't he let me take a moment
I just want to breathe
And why won't the world stop spinning
So I can breathe
And I only breathe when I'm with her
When I'm with
Her
Her
Her
No not her
But her
I want to be with her
But the world is constricting
And I'm
Dying
And I can't breathe
But maybe if I jump there will be a second before I hit the ground that I can take a breath God it would be worth it

Reviews

[Purvesh Khamankar]

Freedom. That is what the poem asks for, freedom

[highwalls]

This is sad. Well not completely sad. It's like a sad feeling wrapped in perfectly positioned words. I really like this piece.