Pitstop

Stuttered, 

unuttered.

These feeling,

stays unaltered.

And I lose my breath

Thin air got caught up in my chest

I think I've just exhausted myself

And those words, oh those words are deaf..

Rely on promises, no more

These sweet premises taste sore

And when running seems so exhausting,

holding on to a make-believe, is agonizing

It is.

stuttered, 

unuttered.

But,

these feeling,

stays unaltered.