I can't breathe.
My heart feels sick.
With you gone, everything gone.
This pain, like a disease; so toxic.
It's killing me.
My amour laying so coldly.
Let this breath, leave my face.
My heart is numb, searching for space.
So much pressure on this tiny soul.
So much pressure which no soul should know.
Asphyxiation chokes this heart.
My insides have been torn apart.
Saturated in a cloud of smoke.
Making this precious soul croak.
Let this breath, leave.
It's killing me.
For I can't breathe.

Jessie Jett

http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/breathe-96/