Lemmings

It feels like someone took a vacuum and shoved it down my throat
It feels like someone is stepping on my chest
I can’t breath
I can’t sleep
I can’t scream
I can’t cry
I can’t see
I can’t live
Like lemmings crawling to their doom
I feel like my insides will leap over the edge of my tongue
And fall to their deaths
The race I’m running is long
There’s a finish line in sight
But the more I look at it the smaller I get
My heart drags behind me
Free to be stepped on
Ran over
Chewed up
But I’m so small I can’t lift it on my own
I need her
I need help
I need wings