Getting Rid of the Air

Pain.

Despair.

Both these feelings are always there.

I’ve tried to mask them and tried to hid them.

But they always com back.

Each time a little stronger then last.

My heart aches in heavy pain.

My head hangs low despair is filling the air.

Pretending to be this and pretending to be that.

I cant do it no more, I’ve been through hell and back.

I’ll get read of this pain.

And cut off my air, if that’s what it truly takes to get Reid of despair.