My Death

The walls start closing in on me,
Pushing against my ribs and making it hard to breathe.
This never-ending cycle,
Pushes me close to the edge.

I cannot breathe,
I cannot see what's right in front of me anymore.
Drowning in my tears,
Drowning in my sorrows.

Why does it matter,
Why do I care?
It's not like,
Angela matters.