Withdraw poems: "fighting your way out of breathing"

[heatherette]

Well the storm is here but no one else feels it
my soul is dying to be free how can it
when inside i feel like ****.
Now tell me how again to i get through it
when im fighting somthing that doesnt exist?
Like a ghost, like fighting the air out of your lungs.
It's hard to see the end of the tunnel
when the light is shrinking the further u go.
But i guess it's typical "i'll feel better!"
but somthing inside me doesnt believe that when
ive felt this way all my life,
even before the monkey inside.