If I Could Breathe.

My throat feels tight and tears sting my eyes as my nose is tingling red. I feel like I’m suffocating, my neck is tangled with barbed wire; screaming for help does nothing but push the wire further into my already imperfect skin, what’s the harm of another scar? The points that stand sharply at the edge resemble everything I hate about myself, making sure I never forget them by digging themselves deeper beneath me. Itching at my skin to escape leaves red welts for everyone to see. The fear I feel now that people must be staring, why aren’t they helping? Can they not see I’m in pain? Please help me escape myself. Please…


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