- Breathe,
they told me.
But how am I supposed to breathe when my lungs are filled with so much hate; my mouth with so many unspoken words?
I can't breathe.
Because everytime I do, my heart aches a little more, my eyes fill up with tears that I didn't want to spill anymore.
- Be strong,
they said.
The problem is,
I can't.
Because nothing in my life makes sense anymore.
I don't know.
I don't know.
I don't know.
May 7, 2015
May 7, 2015 at 4:20 PM UTC
- Breathe,
they told me.
But how am I supposed to breathe when my lungs are filled with so much hate; my mouth with so many unspoken words?
I can't breathe.
Because everytime I do, my heart aches a little more, my eyes fill up with tears that I didn't want to spill anymore.
- Be strong,
they said.
The problem is,
I can't.
Because nothing in my life makes sense anymore.
I don't know.
I don't know.
I don't know.
