Killing Me

Limited space between myself and you, your collar grew tighter around my neck smothering my will to breathe.
It was painful to be all that you knew me to be. Your expectations were my feat, and defeated was my name.
Your foot seemed to be pressed to my chest, a heavy weight that I was made to carry that'd never lift, as your burdens swore to take me to the gallows to dissipate in shadow of your face.
I could mouth the words I longed to say, but they were silence amid your screaming me worthless.
My heart grew brittle, the cracks became cuts and the cuts became ditches, aand the ditches filled with the death of my dreams, the death of hope and the death of words I'd wished to speak.
You held me too tightly and I was becoming smaller, withering away in your arms.
My eyes cried until red replaced the blue of my irises and I felt you cut my soul apart from my body, and the slow passing and then decay of everything you'd wanted me too be.
Your expectations had smothered me, until no air was left to breathe' cept for the stale scent of blood dried copper on your hands.
You slowly killed my dreams when yours became your only focus, you slowly broke my heart and allowed it to beat for you until it's dying breath. You drank of my soul until it was lost in your shadow I never thought you were capable of killing me without sending me to the grave, but you exceeded my worst nightmares.
Now as I watch with red irises as your fist plunges towards me, seemingly over and over in slow motion, I allow myself to slip...slip away to the dream I'd die to live.