Crushing my ribcage, taking away my oxygen.
Why is this manicured hand grasping my neck?
Sinking it's nails into my skin, drawing crimson blood.
Is there a lump of burning coal lodged in my throat?
Slowly disintegrating my vocal chords, silencing my screams.
Are there insects inside in my stomach?
Eating away, making their hole bigger and bigger.
How is there rain pouring from my eyes?
When all I want is for it all to cease.
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