Your holding my emotions in your hand, crushing them.
Squeezing, the pain fills, and i cant breathe.
Your pulling me around, dragging me, rubbing my skin in the gravel, making it sting worse.
I couldnt breathe, the pathetic loneliness passes, and the stages of resentment make the air toxic.
So i guess i still cant breathe.
I almost cant do this anymore. grasping gets harder and harder.
I dont want to be around you anymore.
Yet, sickly, im captivated...i cant leave your side.
The worst part, your treating this as if you werent killing me.
I know you dont hurt as bad as i do.

To you, you know who you are, i cant do this much longer.
i get it, i fucked up.
but dont you see how remorsful i am?
dont you see how bad this is effecting me?
and honestly, i'd like to sleep again.