One of You is Lying

By the time you swear you're his,

Shivering and sighing,

And he vows his passion is

Infinite, undying -

Lady, make a note of this:

One of you is lying. 

Dorothy Parker

ME

I wake up in the middle of another night, gasping for air, my chest closing in on me. I am trying to breath, yet I cannot. I close my eyes and try to sleep, try to forget, yet my mind is awake. My room feels so large at night, it feel so big, so empty. Yet, it is too small for anyone else but me. Sometimes i feel like I am drowning in my own skin, suffocating, losing me in me.

If the sadness is to leave something needs to be done. Things need to change. Walls need to be broken down, smashed to a billion pieces. The past needs to die. I need to live.