• tanishhkaa 5w

    Claustrophobic

    I cannot breathe .
    It's that hour of the clock again.
    It's claustrophobic even in the open air.
    Maybe it's the self that's suffocated .
    Maybe it's the hatred that penetrates.
    Regret , regret .
    My all life has been .
    I cannot breathe.
    ©tanishhkaa