Pulse

Pulse. I am a written mistake in your Web filled with lies. Breathe into me air that is toxic and expect me to survive. Thoughts that I cannot die. Pulse. Settled in on human flesh is a wreckage of pillars burnt down by what was supposed to had been your love. Breathe, into my lungs toxic air and expect me to survive. Thoughts, oh your thoughts hate that I cannot die. Pulse. Imagining that I belonged to someone else was how I survived. Breathing into myself filtered air I still wanted to die. Suicidal thoughts projected into my mind. Pulse. And you would be there promptly on time, to soak up all of the sympathy that you could ever want. Pulse. How do selfish people survive? Breathe, by sucking up all of the filtered air needed to survive. Their thoughts are in debt to others and they project their sins onto everyone else including their own children. Pulse. And you could never be there for me because I always interrupted you. Breathe. And I needed you to hold me at nights end and love me because I am your daughter. Thoughts. But you could never do this, because you never knew how to be a mother. Pulse. Breathe. Thoughts. Survive.