its difficult to breath, like when you find out someone is gone forever. like that. except you can breath, you are capable of it, while they no longer are. its a cruel irony, that you can breath but your body won’t let you, and they cannot without a body at all to give them the means.
I sit here and suffocate, the air not reaching my lungs. I lay here dying, grasping for air, for life. She strangles me, tearing the world from my existence. It is terrible, knowing I am dying, but not being able to do anything about it. I sit here and die, hopeless.
The smell of my brother’s…fragrance…is stifling. It clogs up our noses, infiltrates every corner of the car, squeezes its way into every single sense of ours. He was stupid enough to leave the bottle lying on its side in his closet. Honestly, he ought to have known better. But it is so typically him that it is good to know.
thats how i feel. I am suffocating under this weight. why? Is it me? I beleive it is me. I knew i shouldn’t have and now i’m back at the beginging. it took me so long to get to where I am . I am now back and i have no air to breathe. I am suffocating.
A little thing called “life” is really suffocating! It has backed me into a little corner that will take at least two years to get out of, and I don’t want to do this, but what other choice is there? A real friend would do this. A real friend. . . but what a serious commitment!
trapped inside a room, dark damp and cold, wishing for something better then this cant breathe short of breathe cant anyone hear me in this place dark cloud covering my face tell me to say something different and ill try but i doubt ill be able to because its so late to try to help
Throbbing heart suffocating my every move. A few great ideas, but most are not that great. Clenching my fist and bringing it too my chest. As a baby in the fetal position I curl up. I realize the life I lead is suffocating me.
can’t breath
too close
small spaces
you’re squashing me
i can’t get away
i swim upwards
but still cannot escape
let me go
let me breathe
or i’ll die
i won’t be around for you
I suffocate when I think of her. It hurts to suffocate, I can barely breathe. The mere idea, or anything that reminds me of her makes me fall into an inner turmoil that can not be relinquished.
Lila would’ve been still asleep if she didn’t have that nightmare again, and got up to get a glass of water. She heard a gasp coming from her sister’s room on her way back to her own bed. She looked in, to see her sister suffocating. She ran into the room, and screamed her sister’s name.
She couldn’t breath. She was in a panic and couldn’t get out of it. She couldn’t see, feel, or hear anything. It was an attack she’d never been through before. She felt like she was suffocating, but wasn’t sure what it could possibly be. What was going on? Where was she? Who was around her? Were people trying to help? She knew nothing.
suffocate her
berate her
she’ll keep her secrets
she can’t tell
or you’ll hate her
someone tried to placate her
with a hand over the mouth and a hand a little lower
please just try and show her you still care
Stifling, choking, drownining in perspiration …Can’t move, I’m sqashed, I can’t breathe. What is happening to me, why am I seeing colours but no shapes – purple, a red haze then black. Blackness, darkness, nothing. At last I am at peace. Drifting, floating – all is white, calm.The passage of time has ceased and I am released
we don’t think as much as we used to. we should. I ask what’s wrong but you don’t want to talk. I think we must but I go with what you say, placating, providing solace.
sometimes I feel like I’m wasting my time. I need to find the person that loves me like I want to be loved. Am I wasting my time? Is the grass always greener on the other side? I know a man that I think should be my partner but I haven’t seen him in years. He was a high school crush. Now he lives miles away.
to be deprived of breathing in and out without sound.
To wish that your last seconds of life weren’t so brutal and harsh.
To believe that you could do anything while your flame was being snuffed out.
To sink into an everlasting darkness peacefully
She was starved of air, wrapped in the plastic bag of her assailant. He growled at her to give him the wallet, but does not give her opportunity to do so. He clearly wasn’t a mugger.
I’ve never been afraid of suffocation, only the thought of being consricted so far that it consumes you, that you can’t think of anything else, only the suffocation and not being able to breathe, until you really can’t think anymore at all.
I be afraid after all.
It’s how I’m feeling right now. A broken relationship and the hunting for a teaching job. Fruitless. All my efforts feel non-existent… but I hold my head up high. I have to believe, to hold onto the fact that God has somewhere for me to be, and that I’m meant to be with someone.
For in two years, I’ve never felt that such a person could possible enjoy torturing me as much as he did. It was more than passive aggressive. It was temptation illuminated by a fire of Hell that gave my wits no space to maneuver away from it. So he killed me.
i would hate to suffocate.that would suckkkkk i dont want to die its not fair! life ends too quickly and i’m too fricken young i like my friends and the summer but i dont like he beach pools are better! the sand annoys me because it gets stuck between my toes and all over me thats why i like pools plus you can have a party i love shirley temples and virgin pina coladas!
Under the stress of the day I fade into oblivion. I can no longer breathe due to the weight of the world grabbing at my weak and limber limbs. Only God understands the pain I endure on a ride through this 24 hour circus visit.
One may never know how to overcome the suffocation.
One may never fully understand the emptiness eating itself out of our carcuses.
The way to happiness lies only in helping those suffocating worse then ourselves.
If ever there was a way to escape, my God I would jump. How high I would jump.
The pit in which my body lies is deep. The wet cold lonely walls seep.
Self preservation can only last for a few short lifetimes it seems.
Its the doing for others that makes my disease scream.
I suffocate well and I suffocate long.
My oxygen tank must have gotten lost in the mail like the words to this song.
i have a deathly fear of suffocation. Usually it comes with being in water (drowning is a form of suffocation), but if someone holds something over my face, or grabs my head, i freak out. the idea that all i can do is shove my thumbs through their eyes in order to live.
drowning in a pool pf water. Not being able to breath really sucks. Hah ha I don’t know if this is suppose to be hat i am thinkink about awe heoll it doesn’t really matter any way is it 60 seconds yet why do i feal like i am running a rCE DID I WIN i hope so what material i cannot hardly concentrate no naot fathers day weekeend whyt dont you just shut up spencer
I couldn’t breathe. You held my head under water and told me to. You’ll grow gills, you said. Get the hell over it. I choked and the chlorinated water filled my lungs and I clawed at your hand for oxygen but I couldn’t get you off. Breathe, you fucker, you yelled in anger that I was dying.
suffocation is like life, you breath it, but you never inhale. you cant live with it, but you do. people walk with their plastic bags, catching a victim day by day. but yet we’ve adapted to the way the world works, and its suffocation. they want you this way, they want you that way. no one can breath, and we’ve learned to live without oxygen.
suffocate us in subliminal thought. a lifetime of images flashing before me. suffocating,closing in. a timeless spance of memories to unfold. crushing suffocating past of life.
I will suffocate if I don’t get out of here in time. I’m serious! there is nothing here to sustain life, creativity, or happiness. Now if I could just find the door, I’ d be save. OK, even a window would be fine!
I feel as if I will suffocate when I have to write this quickly in front of the whole class. Shannon says that someone has a pillow over her face no, she also said that she is drowning. This class is suffocating – she is trying to use this in a sentence. My time is running out.
its difficult to breath, like when you find out someone is gone forever. like that. except you can breath, you are capable of it, while they no longer are. its a cruel irony, that you can breath but your body won’t let you, and they cannot without a body at all to give them the means.
I sit here and suffocate, the air not reaching my lungs. I lay here dying, grasping for air, for life. She strangles me, tearing the world from my existence. It is terrible, knowing I am dying, but not being able to do anything about it. I sit here and die, hopeless.
The smell of my brother’s…fragrance…is stifling. It clogs up our noses, infiltrates every corner of the car, squeezes its way into every single sense of ours. He was stupid enough to leave the bottle lying on its side in his closet. Honestly, he ought to have known better. But it is so typically him that it is good to know.
thats how i feel. I am suffocating under this weight. why? Is it me? I beleive it is me. I knew i shouldn’t have and now i’m back at the beginging. it took me so long to get to where I am . I am now back and i have no air to breathe. I am suffocating.
A little thing called “life” is really suffocating! It has backed me into a little corner that will take at least two years to get out of, and I don’t want to do this, but what other choice is there? A real friend would do this. A real friend. . . but what a serious commitment!
trapped inside a room, dark damp and cold, wishing for something better then this cant breathe short of breathe cant anyone hear me in this place dark cloud covering my face tell me to say something different and ill try but i doubt ill be able to because its so late to try to help
Throbbing heart suffocating my every move. A few great ideas, but most are not that great. Clenching my fist and bringing it too my chest. As a baby in the fetal position I curl up. I realize the life I lead is suffocating me.
-CAM
can’t breath
too close
small spaces
you’re squashing me
i can’t get away
i swim upwards
but still cannot escape
let me go
let me breathe
or i’ll die
i won’t be around for you
I suffocate when I think of her. It hurts to suffocate, I can barely breathe. The mere idea, or anything that reminds me of her makes me fall into an inner turmoil that can not be relinquished.
Lila would’ve been still asleep if she didn’t have that nightmare again, and got up to get a glass of water. She heard a gasp coming from her sister’s room on her way back to her own bed. She looked in, to see her sister suffocating. She ran into the room, and screamed her sister’s name.
She couldn’t breath. She was in a panic and couldn’t get out of it. She couldn’t see, feel, or hear anything. It was an attack she’d never been through before. She felt like she was suffocating, but wasn’t sure what it could possibly be. What was going on? Where was she? Who was around her? Were people trying to help? She knew nothing.
suffocate her
berate her
she’ll keep her secrets
she can’t tell
or you’ll hate her
someone tried to placate her
with a hand over the mouth and a hand a little lower
please just try and show her you still care
cant breathe, stopped of breath, suff. oh. cate. catelyn. childhood best freind. casino, 13th birthday. hate. spite. jelousy. indipendant.
Stifling, choking, drownining in perspiration …Can’t move, I’m sqashed, I can’t breathe. What is happening to me, why am I seeing colours but no shapes – purple, a red haze then black. Blackness, darkness, nothing. At last I am at peace. Drifting, floating – all is white, calm.The passage of time has ceased and I am released
lack of air, over exposure, too close, drowning, strangulation, no room, clostrophobic, death
uh oh. Death approaches, struggling to replace life. Better call god.
we don’t think as much as we used to. we should. I ask what’s wrong but you don’t want to talk. I think we must but I go with what you say, placating, providing solace.
sometimes I feel like I’m wasting my time. I need to find the person that loves me like I want to be loved. Am I wasting my time? Is the grass always greener on the other side? I know a man that I think should be my partner but I haven’t seen him in years. He was a high school crush. Now he lives miles away.
To die on the inside. To die from love. Is to suffocate.
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I cant take it. I cant breath. I just want you near.
its not easy bad feeling don`t wanna im not like this.fear from it.
to be deprived of breathing in and out without sound.
To wish that your last seconds of life weren’t so brutal and harsh.
To believe that you could do anything while your flame was being snuffed out.
To sink into an everlasting darkness peacefully
She was starved of air, wrapped in the plastic bag of her assailant. He growled at her to give him the wallet, but does not give her opportunity to do so. He clearly wasn’t a mugger.
I’ve never been afraid of suffocation, only the thought of being consricted so far that it consumes you, that you can’t think of anything else, only the suffocation and not being able to breathe, until you really can’t think anymore at all.
I be afraid after all.
It’s how I’m feeling right now. A broken relationship and the hunting for a teaching job. Fruitless. All my efforts feel non-existent… but I hold my head up high. I have to believe, to hold onto the fact that God has somewhere for me to be, and that I’m meant to be with someone.
For in two years, I’ve never felt that such a person could possible enjoy torturing me as much as he did. It was more than passive aggressive. It was temptation illuminated by a fire of Hell that gave my wits no space to maneuver away from it. So he killed me.
i would hate to suffocate.that would suckkkkk i dont want to die its not fair! life ends too quickly and i’m too fricken young i like my friends and the summer but i dont like he beach pools are better! the sand annoys me because it gets stuck between my toes and all over me thats why i like pools plus you can have a party i love shirley temples and virgin pina coladas!
Under the stress of the day I fade into oblivion. I can no longer breathe due to the weight of the world grabbing at my weak and limber limbs. Only God understands the pain I endure on a ride through this 24 hour circus visit.
One may never know how to overcome the suffocation.
One may never fully understand the emptiness eating itself out of our carcuses.
The way to happiness lies only in helping those suffocating worse then ourselves.
If ever there was a way to escape, my God I would jump. How high I would jump.
The pit in which my body lies is deep. The wet cold lonely walls seep.
Self preservation can only last for a few short lifetimes it seems.
Its the doing for others that makes my disease scream.
I suffocate well and I suffocate long.
My oxygen tank must have gotten lost in the mail like the words to this song.
i have a deathly fear of suffocation. Usually it comes with being in water (drowning is a form of suffocation), but if someone holds something over my face, or grabs my head, i freak out. the idea that all i can do is shove my thumbs through their eyes in order to live.
drowning in a pool pf water. Not being able to breath really sucks. Hah ha I don’t know if this is suppose to be hat i am thinkink about awe heoll it doesn’t really matter any way is it 60 seconds yet why do i feal like i am running a rCE DID I WIN i hope so what material i cannot hardly concentrate no naot fathers day weekeend whyt dont you just shut up spencer
if i could kill someone right now, i’d choose to suffocate them.
I bet this’ll bring about quite a few emo bits of writing.
cant breathe
no ease
bitch please
suck these
I couldn’t breathe. You held my head under water and told me to. You’ll grow gills, you said. Get the hell over it. I choked and the chlorinated water filled my lungs and I clawed at your hand for oxygen but I couldn’t get you off. Breathe, you fucker, you yelled in anger that I was dying.
suffocation is like life, you breath it, but you never inhale. you cant live with it, but you do. people walk with their plastic bags, catching a victim day by day. but yet we’ve adapted to the way the world works, and its suffocation. they want you this way, they want you that way. no one can breath, and we’ve learned to live without oxygen.
suffocate us in subliminal thought. a lifetime of images flashing before me. suffocating,closing in. a timeless spance of memories to unfold. crushing suffocating past of life.
i was suffocated by him, all the time wondering where I was.
I will suffocate if I don’t get out of here in time. I’m serious! there is nothing here to sustain life, creativity, or happiness. Now if I could just find the door, I’ d be save. OK, even a window would be fine!
I feel as if I will suffocate when I have to write this quickly in front of the whole class. Shannon says that someone has a pillow over her face no, she also said that she is drowning. This class is suffocating – she is trying to use this in a sentence. My time is running out.