Oxygen
Covered
I feel smothered
Every time I turn around
Someone is there to take my breath away.
A little time, just one more second.
Another reason to be near.
Another part of me taken.
I need my time, I need my space.
Both forces work against each other
and I’m caught in the middle.
There is no pity on me, just
so someone else is happy.
The tectonic plates continue to
grind together, while I’m
turning to dust.
It’s almost like a game. Life
is getting out of control. My
batteries need recharged,
but the outlet is not
able to be found.
How could two people who
‘care’ so much about me
knowingly or unknowingly
make me so miserable?
Both with the same wants
and desires, trapped me in
the middle. Pushing away
to breathe.
Things are becoming dark.
This war I’m caught in. I
am miserable in all my
happiness.
No one seems to understand.
Not even me.
The Civil war for my heart.
Is it about me anymore?
My understanding and confusion grow daily, as does my pain.
My need for breath
Wanting to sustain life.
What is time?
I need to be.
Oxygen, Oxygen, Oxygen
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