Window Pane.

I can't tell you what it really is. I can only tell you what it feels like and right now there's a steel knife in my windpipe.I can't breathe but I still fight .While I can fight as long as the wrong feels right. High of a love, drunk from the hate.It's like I'm huffing paint and I love it the more that I suffer, I suffocate. You ever love somebody so much you can barely breathe?

You cry so hard knowing how love hurts when it was so deep. You never felt that way when they came back crawling telling you things of the past. You've moved on knowing you'll never get hurt again only to find hurt from the same wound. It's like living a nightmare. You should never return to me telling me things I already know. I don't need to hear anything from you. You don't own me.
Yesterday I was weaker than today and tomorrrow I shall be stronger than ever.