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Suffocation

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I can't breathe today.
The air around me hangs too heavy.
I find myself sitting here
With others in this room.
Their voices droning on and on
In vain discussions, they're consumed.
What is the point of today?
If it's merely more time that slips away?
Another moment forgotten tomorrow.

My mind is crawling through sewage.
When I look at the planet,
I see it's illusion.
I see society's mask, it's smile painted on.
With gold-plated streets, to cover the ruins underneath.
Shining cars with rusting engines.
I see dollar bills with no silver to back them.
The whole world is in a state of decay
Like rotting produce polished in preservatives.
It's filled with adults that play pretend
Like wayward children lacking innocence.
How can such people face themselves?

When I look in the mirror,
I see myself for what I am.
A fractured soul, chipping away
I'm a seashell crumbling into sand.
Tossed to and fro by the waves,
Fighting these unending days.
Until I forget what I'm fighting for.
Until I just give in.

I can't breathe today.
The air around me hangs too heavy,
Like water.
I find myself drowning in it,
Ever sinking further.
My twisted pessimism.
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That's one way to look at it. Lol.
I looked through your gallery, your work is very good :)