The Take Over
The suffocation, when did it take over?
Why is it so hard to breath?
'Why' is such a common question with absolutly no answer.
Why do we want it?
Why do we need it?
Why why why why why why why?
I don't understand, understand this pressure, this suffocation.
I can't breath,
but maybe I dont want to.
Maybe then all the suffocation, the pressure, the questions....
maybe they'll all go away...
Maybe, Just maybe.
Copyright © Shelby Mccullough | Year Posted 2011
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