I breathe stress until my lungs tighten, 
and I choke trying to get the words out. 
I’m still running, sorting out this puzzle called “life”. 
Even the smallest thoughts suffocates me.  

Too tired to sleep, 
to exhausted to breathe, 
even simple conversations kills me..  

I don’t care that none of you see me anymore,
cause even if i got the words out you wouldn’t listen. 
 You’re not the oxygen I need.