I feel the air constrict around me,

my lungs begin to burn,

My mind is racing

I feel like I'm suffocating yet I'm breathing just fine, nothing's stopping me it's all in my mind.

I can't breathe  I can't

Cause everytime I try to pause and take a breath

The same words repeat and repeat

You need to write

You need to write

You need to write

Now something I once enjoyed and did to escape my hell is now just another pillar of fire I have to endure.

I don't know what's reality or who I really am,

I can't tell the difference between what I am and what I'm perceived to be.

I keep promising and promising all these things and ideas "I'll do these I swear!"

One by one promises get broken.

My chest is aching

My head is pounding

My throat feels tight

My mouth is dry

I can't find my way out this time.

"Well then just take a break"

Well that's just it.

I can't.

Cause if I take a break I'll feel worthless

If I don't I'll feel stressed.

I'm playing with a double edged sword and getting stabbed twice.

"I thought you got better, you're not cutting anymore."

Just because the scars on my thighs remain faded, doesn't mean the ones in my mind have healed.

They're open and bleeding.

And soon enough there will be more scars than my actual mind.

I just want to be able to take a breath

I want to be able to breathe and feel like everything is okay.

But I can't

All I can do is scream

Yet no one can hear me...

They never will.

~Max