Any constructive criticism is appreciated
Silently sitting; contemplating,
These thoughts won't flee my head.
I fear that you might see through it,
For the emotion is not dead.
The question remains; unspoken.
What if what I think is true?
If I died right here, right now,
What would happen to you?
Choking at the thought; suffocating.
Hands tighten round my throat,
But is this what it seems,
Or just a dreamboat kept afloat?
That is it; a decision.
I must walk out and leave,
But will they even notice,
That I am scared to breathe?
