Pressure

help, i’m alive in here,
trembling under the pressure
of everything life had placed
on these narrowing shoulders
 
my pulse too fast
like the wings of a hummingbird
caged for too long
trying to fly and always falling
 
the ground below me
is crumbling and so am i,
can anyone hear me?
i’m alive in here
 
surrounded by the decaying
promises of all those who knew me.
help, help, help
i’m dying here

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