Honestly,
I'm just so tired with your **** now
I can't deal with it
I can't cope
I can't live life
I can't breathe without feeling like passing out

My breathes come out rapidly, only allowing little bits of air to enter my lungs, and even less pushing outwards.

It's your fault

That I can't breathe
That I can't cope
That I can't actually live my life
it's all your fault

Yet I still love you
Despite all you've done
to destroy me.