IT

*in this poem in most cases the word "It" is used as a person.

I pulled the belt tighter.
It squeezed the skin of my neck
My head starts pounding as if a marching band were inside it.
I feel my ears pop and my heart start racing.
Racing for help...
My heart is racing and is trying to keep me alive.
But my heart can't help.
It is broken.
It's been broken many times;
With each time it has lost a piece of it.
It\\\\\\\'s broken; it doesn't work
My heart can't help me now.
I want to pull tighter.
I want the pounding in my head to become louder
I want my helpless racing heart to burst out of my chest.
I want to pull tighter
But the belt wont go any tighter than it already is
The air I hear in my ears is annoying me.
I'm still breathing
It wont let me die
I don't know what "it" is
But it wont let me die.
It has done this to me many times.
Dangled death in my face to taunt me and excite me
Then when I try to feed the craving it has caused, it makes me starve
What I'm giving it is not enough
It wont let me die!
I hate it for it.
I'm laying on the ground
The belt no longer tight around my neck
My face is stained and tight from the tears
My nose is stuffed and I am unable to breath through it;
which annoys the f@&k out of me.
My body is tired
My arms, they are weak
My knees, they wont bend
My body is tired.
My eyes are tired from crying and I have anger inside of me because once again I have failed at death.
My helpless, broken heart still beats,
No longer racing; for the "ALL MIGHTY IT" has calmed my hearts worries.
My lungs are relaxed now,
breathing as they should,
breathing like they know I don't want them to
It has conquered me again
I hate it
It personally really pi$$e$ me off.
I'm tired
I'm tired it
Why wont you let me go
I am worthless and am wasting space here...
I'm tired of crying it
I'm tired of breathing and trying and loving with no love in return.
I'm tired of being tired
Let me go it, please!
when will you let me go?

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