GONE GIRL
Every month I enter into a hole
It is not a dark hole
Is tight
That hole is tight
It suffocates
Suffocates my dreams and my desire to live quietly
I try to stay on my feet, but my soul feels tight
I can hardly breathe
Life passes in front of my eyes
I keep thinking
It hurts
It hurts how life is going from me
Misery lives around me
And maybe it lives inside of me
But I try toget out
Get out of the hole that suffocates me
While everything outside is bright
I hope the character of the text can be able to stop that monthly visits to the tight hole...
Nice text where you can live from the words the claustrophobia and the hardly breathe.