Oxygen

Covered I feel smothered Every time I turn around Someone is there to take my breath away. A little time, just one more second. Another reason to be near. Another part of me taken. I need my time, I need my space. Both forces work against each other and I’m caught in the middle. There is no pity on me, just so someone else is happy. The tectonic plates continue to grind together, while I’m turning to dust. It’s almost like a game. Life is getting out of control. My batteries need recharged, but the outlet is not able to be found. How could two people who ‘care’ so much about me knowingly or unknowingly make me so miserable? Both with the same wants and desires, trapped me in the middle. Pushing away to breathe. Things are becoming dark. This war I’m caught in. I am miserable in all my happiness. No one seems to understand. Not even me. The Civil war for my heart. Is it about me anymore? My understanding and confusion grow daily, as does my pain. My need for breath Wanting to sustain life. What is time? I need to be. Oxygen, Oxygen, Oxygen