happy ending, maybe

I can't breathe.

choking on words I can't say,

on thoughts I can never speak,

on feelings that can't be shown.

i can't breathe,

and as I go to thrash and scratch at the invisible hands around my throat...

i feel someone take my hand,

the light in the darkness,

such a warm grasp.

I gasp for air and to my surprise,

my lungs fill up,

and because of them,

I can breathe again.

(but then I wake up,

and everything is dark again,

cold again,

and my lungs are full of thorns and blood instead of air,

i can't breathe,

I'm choking again,

maybe I never stopped.)