They tell me to breathe
But no air comes
They tell me to go outside
But it feels so far away
They tell me to call a friend
But who would want to talk to me
I breathe until the oxygen fades
I walk until my legs collapse
Instead of talking
I write
poems
songs
letters
Ten thousand words that hold my stories
and my dreams
Ten thousand words that I write
and will never say
So here they are
My ten thousand words
As free as a blue butterfly
Or they will be
Now I am a caterpillar
Still learning to grow
But one day I will be beautiful
Just wait and see
May 6
May 6, 2026 at 4:19 AM UTC
They tell me to breathe
But no air comes
They tell me to go outside
But it feels so far away
They tell me to call a friend
But who would want to talk to me
I breathe until the oxygen fades
I walk until my legs collapse
Instead of talking
I write
poems
songs
letters
Ten thousand words that hold my stories
and my dreams
Ten thousand words that I write
and will never say
So here they are
My ten thousand words
As free as a blue butterfly
Or they will be
Now I am a caterpillar
Still learning to grow
But one day I will be beautiful
Just wait and see
