Leaving

Whe the city gets quieter

My head gets louder

Skyline gets blurry

As my eyes get teary

Longing for it to end

I don't want to pretend

My aspirations are annihilated

I sit here incapacitated

It's getting harder to breathe

With tainted lungs underneath (my ribs)

From the self inflicted wound I bleed

For salvation , I plead