A Game

Weak.
I know I am.

Breathe.
In and out

(I want to shout)

like acid scraping,
screams almost escaping
(but swallowed and burning)
to seep, churning
like worms turning,
chest deep. I'm a f**king creep.

Breathe. Please. Please.
breathe/breathe/breathe/
I can't. Eeek. Please.

Weak. Weep.
And a f**king creep.
I need to run. Coward. Sheep.
Now.

Weak.

I know I am.
I can't do this anymore. Weak.