Smoke

It's that feeling again. Like I can inhale as deeply as I want and still not get enough air. Like I'm choking.

Hopelessness has wrapped his grimy hands around my neck and is slowly but surely tightening them. With the lack of oxygen I can't figure out why.

Envy has been feeding me second hand smoke, my eyes water and I cough so much I can't tell what her intentions are.

Self-Doubt is punching me in the stomach, leaving a bruise and knocking so much air out of me I couldn't possibly wonder what he wants.

I'm feeling overwhelmed, overpowered, and lost.