make me breathe

Anguish is gripping towards me.
remembering everything.
this precedence of regret, how i wish i could do things differently.
Time elapsed, and time will tell.
how can i create a better perception of myself.
why cant i feel anymore.
Such strong ambience, like an exertion of hate.
weakness conflicts with this passion for life ive chosen to push aside.
I want to retreat, I want to remember how it felt.
quarantine me please.  embrace me. push me away.
ANything to make me breathe again.
when did the amiss overtake all endurance and fire.
riddles and stones of apprehension caused a powerful reluctance.
I cant see.
I cant feel.
deaf and darkness will be my abundance.
Carry my spirit within your crazed phobia.
Bury my heart with all of these jubilent, but forgotten memories.
forget the breadth that divides our powerful hate and anemic love.
Please, dont question this spent separation.
just make me breathe again.
I want to breathe.