i'm taping layers of saran on my face
laying awake, gasping for air,
this is the day i suffocate my pain
drain away my despair
trapped in the deepest region
in a breath of suppressed air
my breasts flair, all relaxed
this is the day that my lungs collapsed
in an instant i'm sitting in my room
awake tasting fresh air tastes sweet as cake
suprised as i realize i haven't died, i'm still alive
i dream of not breathing
of ceasing my existence
being neither needy or free
don't believe in religion, i'm finished
there's no reason to keep dreaming
i should just work up the nerve
to give myself what i deserve