Choking. Coughing.
On the air.
My body aching in pain.
As I lay in a heap.
The paint around the doorframe peeled and marked.
My fingernails broken and bleeding from trying to get out.
The wall mirror smashed.
My arms throbbing from the glass shards.
The metal air vent in the corner dented and half broken.
My legs bruised from the thrashing against the metal.
My failed attempts leaving me more breathless then before.
The room seems to be spinning; the pain twirls around in my body.
Then it all seems to be fading away…
My last breath was taken in regret.