With heavy sighs, I release my breath.
How many more do I have left?
Exhale my life, seize up my chest;
Anxiously withering the way I know best.
I might love life, but it doesn't love back.
Im jealous of others that have theirs on track.
Attacking my ego, self-worth and respect,
If I keep hitting rock bottom, I'll eventually crack.
Jul 21, 2013
Jul 21, 2013 at 2:28 AM UTC
With heavy sighs, I release my breath.
How many more do I have left?
Exhale my life, seize up my chest;
Anxiously withering the way I know best.
I might love life, but it doesn't love back.
Im jealous of others that have theirs on track.
Attacking my ego, self-worth and respect,
If I keep hitting rock bottom, I'll eventually crack.
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