My Breath

My heart pounds faster and faster. So, I squeeze harder and harder. With my hands around my neck, my face turns redder and redder. For these feelings are ones I would rather feel no longer. And these thoughts are ones I would rather think no longer. So, this air I would rather breathe no longer. Which is why my hands are around my neck, and I'm squeezing harder and harder. But if I wanted I could let go. Oh yes, I could let go. Yet it doesn't matter because in the end it is not my hands that will take my breath away. It is the drowning in the pain that has already stolen the air from my lungs. For I am drowning and He will not come save me. He is not aware that I am drowning in an ocean that only gets deeper with waves that only get rougher. So, my heart pounds faster and faster.