My soul feels ready to burst.
This air is so stifling.
Can't. Breathe.
I just want to pray,
Want to be near,
NEED to be near.
Torn in separate places.
This one's going to scar.
I'm at loss.
My hands are tied.
But you'll never see,
Never see that my mouth is covered.
There's so much my heart desires for.
So much you wouldn't understand,
or even begin to comprehend.
How can something feel so right,
and yet so entirely wrong all at the same time?
My soul is so thirsty...
Help!
I'm running dry!
How much longer will this desert plague me?
