You, people like you, are poison to me.
It is a game you play it is killing me
how you make me yearn
hope for a future that cannot exist.
Is it wrong of me to feel this way?
is it wrong that while i struggle to breath,
that while i am drowning
the mere thought of oxygen sends a panic
through my bones
makes me call out for mercy
I hate you for it,
i hate you for it.