7

Breathing hotly down my neck
stepping on the back of my shoes
singing a song
on what it really means, to lose
a life well lived, what does that mean?
its so suffocating, I'm not sure why
the feeling, the want, to die
is it really so wrong?
I am merely adrift, swimming through the air
why do they stare?
I know they truly don't care in the slightest
I see it behind me when I look in the mirror
whispers in my ear, that get louder and louder, shouting.
heavier on my back, clawing into my skin
I want to give in.
I can't keep track of time
It's so difficult, to get out of bed
if its not next to me, it's in my head
days that melt and blend
is there really only nothing in the end?
meaningless. incessant.
still, swimming nonetheless,
afloat, till I turn to nothing but slime.