i find life in everything
and everything breathes
and sometimes i get the urge
to stop that thing from breathing.

it doesn't happen much
but when it happens, i can't stop it
i let my rage consume me
and i attack that thing that is breathing.

my father is the same way
and my mother faced it personally a lot
after nearly being beat to death by him
we learned that he, 'dad,' was evil.

my chest is always tight
and i feel like i can't breathe
and i pretend to be fine
as i choke on my pills every morning.

someone finds life in everything
someone finds life in me
and they're getting the urge
to stop me from breathing.