By Jackie Anne Flint
Date: 9 August 1999

"Breathe"

It's sort of strange
That the person I need the most
Seems to want me the least;

That I am lonely
But he is right next to me.
So far away.
Can't reach him.
He's drowning.

It's sort of strange
That he tears my heart out,
But he can't touch me;

That I am mad without reason;
Mad at myself.
Mad at the world.
Mad at no one;

That I can't breathe
When he is around,
But I'd die if he ever left me.

It's sort of strange
That I don't know where I am going,
But I feel as thought I am going nowhere.
Can't stop it.
He's leaving.