I want my breath


It’s cool that you hate me

My tears won’t berate yee.

But I’m tired of being silent,

White walls around me.

Every single time I breathe

I lose a part of me,

I work I shed blood on.

If you truly aim to kill me,

You’re doing a bang up job.

I’m fire and I’m being put out.

I can’t breathe,

I can’t express myself.

But that’s the thing about fire:

It builds.

And when the volcano erupts,

Your light will be burned.

My death is your end.