Asphyxia

Tied to a chair and my mouth is taped too.I am losing out on oxygen and I might suffocate to pass out anytime soon. Letting my body fight till the last breath possible, even though it has done its part till every extent but my mind won't let it accept defeat. The rope bruises my skin but I am preparing to break free. The cheeks have marks of tears like dry rivers that flowed once. The irony of my situation lies in my struggle to escape whereas it is as comfortable as it should be in that chair if I do not move an inch. The more I move, the more it pains. Why can't I simply lay back and relax? Why can't I convince my inflated ego to learn and accept things the way things are meant to be? Why is it so hard to be what I am???