I'm telling you, I'm telling you i need space, I can't breathe
I keep telling you I can't breathe...
You ask me to go outside and get some fresh air
Why don't you get it
You're the problem
You're the one pulling me under
You're the one not letting me reach the surface
You're the reason I'm out of breathe
I keep screaming at you but you keep typing on your keyboard
I keep screaming and screaming and screaming.
Why don't you hear me?
I'm screaming as hard as i can but i only realize there's no sound to the scream when i start choking on air
The screams stay trapped but keep getting louder and louder with every passing minute
I start losing the strength to bear it.
I collapse on my bed.
You pause your typing for a moment, look up, assume I went to sleep and continue typing.
You still don't get it
The screams made my head implode and you were the one who suffocated me
Now I'm sleeping soundlessly for eternity and you're still typing... working for a future that you've deprived me of.
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