I can't start breathing
and it's so hard because
I can't stop living.
My lungs,
like a spoiled child,
won't take the air that
I've fed them before.
My heart beats
even though I tell it
no longer must it do that any more.
My head spins
and heaves in a world
much like all the carnival rides.
My happy thoughts
all flee from the euphoria;
trying to find a place to hide.
And I can't seem to hold my place in line
to get myself some happiness
to get myself some happiness...
Perhaps that doesn't exist outside a bag anymore.
And I keep losing my place in line
because
these clouds have no silver lining to hold me up
hold me up off of the floor.
I can't find my breath
it's escaped my chest
and I'm afraid it won't come back
for me to say what I need to say.
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