Suffocate Me

Run deep run high, you feel suffocated, you can’t breathe, you can’t breathe, you can’t fucking breathe. You think too much, but you don’t think enough, you need to talk this out but you can’t seem to find the right words. You're inarticulate. You're ranting. Your mind feels like a constant whirlpool of assumptions to what you think life is but in the end, it is what you think, it is what you believe and you’ll never know for sure. You want to scream and you hope they could hear the desperation in you voice, it’s like being lost, and everywhere you go, you feel a splinter of hope when someone seems like they understand, that you could find answers, and at the end of the day, you know for a fact that you’re too fucking stubborn to understand others, you try, you try, but you still feel that emptiness anyway, like no one clicks, no one gets you, no one understands. It’s a huge lump, stuck, and you swallow so many times, hoping to get rid of it, but it’s there, a huge lump of utterly unexplainable shit.