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Rapid breaths torn from my lips while my lungs claw for precious air..

Deafening silence fils my ears and sounds clouded eery buzzing..

I hear the shovel as the weight above me grows heavier without care..

No care for the delicacy of my lungs being slowly smothered by the shovelling..

I hear the metal release a scream against the ground it tears past.. 

I hear the thud of my heart take over every sense i know and claiming the silence back..

Darkness consumes my vision and panic blurs all sound..

I lay half alive, hald dead. begging to be found..

No one hears my struggle, tears burn past the silk lids protecting my sight..

I hate myself for holding onto hope as my last breaths escape along with the light..

Darkness engulfing everything i see, abusers disguised as protectors..

But the sweet angels were fooled by the shadows.. i guess they were to human..

To niave to see past the flowers and see the thorns.. 

The rocks snd crooked ground peirces my skin just like those thorns can..

Air fills my lungs as i gasp awake.. wondering when my savior will visit my dream..

Maybe i wont again wake to the nightmare i kmow and feel..

Will someone then see my struggle and give me back my air..

Will i breathe again even if i find love.. would they even care..

Maybe this time i wont wake, ill let rhe darkness take me..

If i do ill never see the light.. but would i finally find peace..

Now i sleep and sesrch your voice..your warmth.. your eyes..

A new peace ive never felt.. for you i could live.. for you i could die..

For you ill breathe.. for you ill feel again.. for you ill try