oxygen

living isn’t so great anymore, but

i’m getting used to this cold, dark hole

i sip dirty rainwater, as it

leaks through the mud

i eat old, wet, decaying leaves that

lie beneath me   a small hole above me

lets in a stream of sunlight and

just a bit of air to breathe   why?

why won’t you let me out?

is this my fault?

did i do this to myself?   turning blue

running out of oxygen

so let me breathe you in

all i need is you

to my parents