You know it's bad when
you can
feel your heart beating,
but
you're suffocating,
ever so
slowly your breath is shrinking,
and your
will power to get it back
is
evaporating with it.
You know it's bad when
you know it's not your fault,
but you still hold a grudge over yourself.
You still look at the life you created
and it pains you.
You know it's bad when
you scream,
but no one can hear you.
No one will hear you until it's far too late.