You can't see it, but its there
hovering above me, compressing the air
making a breath hard to take
and talking a feat too great
leaving me to sit, in my compressive hell
air not worth breathing
thoughts not worth it to yell
your looking but your not seeing
this pain for which i did not ask
a pain so great it makes living
a struggle and a task
i know because I've tried
to move on and to forget
I've told myself many lies
and for that i do regret
trying to hold self-evident truths
that haven't been proven yet
and i can wait all day
for this pain has made me numb
but i can no longer move
my blood no longer runs
my veins constricted too
and no air fills my lungs
i would rather die
than to live inside this air
but i will sit and try
to fight through the despair
accompanied by all the hate
sitting in my silence, burdened by this weight...
