Look at what you’ve done to me.
Look real hard, but not with your eyes
Because the scars I’ve got
From your little black heart
Are years long and miles deep.
They blanket the length of whole my body
Then, I was so sure I’d never stop
Worshipping the air you breathed
When exhaling smoke was my only
reminder to keep breathing.
Now, I cant even picture your face,
Or hear the ringing of your voice,
Any day we might meet I will
do my best to not recognize you. .
Sometimes I catch myself sitting alone,
Holding my breath, for no other reason
than the overwhelming feeling I’m drowning
in the giant public swimming pool of life
Watching the white puffs of cloud
Gracefully move across the clear blue skyline,
children dive and splash
And laugh and play.
As I sink further and further down
I can still see bluejays flying overhead
the distorted faces of my family and friends
suddenly brings a tight feeling to my chest
and I gasp for sweet air
and remind myself to keep breathing.
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