I cannot breathe.
I just can't breathe.
I'm not underwater, nor beyond the atmosphere.
I'm not buried a few foot under the ground inside a coffin, waiting for someone to dig me out.
My head's not inside a bag. While I'm waiting in a line of neverending prisoners wrongly accused and sentenced, sentenced to death or spend the rest of their whole life inside cells with murderers.
I'm not hanging in the middle of my bedroom, by my neck.
I'm not being choked by a man I don't know trying to get my empty wallet and my worthless phone, nor by a girl that I felt love for.
I can't breathe not because my chest and lungs are being crushed between my back and her body, with her hugs, hugs that I'll never get, feel and cherish.
I can't breathe not because her kiss drowns me, so sweet it prevents me from breathing in air. But then again, I won't, 'cause I'll never get a kiss from her.
I can't breathe because I can't, I just can't.
I jast can't breathe.