I didn't mean to-

Breath is wasted on filling my lungs,
when they are too filled with holes to inflate.
Giving it time and waiting for it is past,
Things no longer change - they crash.
Smattered on the pavement,
lying ripped open on the ground,
I'm lost in a nightmare that can't be saved.
Soundless crying pours from me,
hysterical and scared,
is this really happening?
So scared.




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This is my first post in my newly created poetry blog.  I unfortunately started with a sadder poem, because right now there is some problems, both because I was in a car accident this week, and because of some problems with my family.  Both things went into this poem, and this was all very real to me.  My poetry is always based off of my real feelings and circumstances.  I have hope, but it is still a tough week.

~Melissa D.