Compressed

The air weighs so much more now.

Its compressing me.

I cant breathe it in..

its too dense.

I want to speak.

I want to yell.

My voice cant push through.

Why is my atmosphere crushing me?

We live on the same earth.

My world is perfect.

I have, perfect things.

Am I faulty?

I have withstood other elements that have tried to erase me.

The water that pleaded with me to drown.

The fire that screamed at my flesh.

I don’t want to be alone here.

But I fear my space would crush you too..