Breathe

it's hard to breathe here
when the air is saturated with my blood
did you expect me to live here
alone with myself
did you expect me to breathe
when i am intoxicated
with fear

sirens flying through my head
telling me that maybe
i'm not alive right now
hold me now as i catch my breath

i don't expect you to catch me
when i fall next time
i don't expect you to give me
your air

so i shouldn't be disappointed
when everything breaks
like it always does

when the air no longer
meets my lungs

April 20, 2003

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