I can only hold my breathe for so long.

I cant choke on this air for much longer.

What is this emptyness?
What is this hollow shell.

So easily swayed to another's happiness.

When will I be whole.

When will i feel my very own emotions?
When will I finally fall in love with being present in this body so graciously given to me?

But here I stay.
In this room, on a hospital bed, and to think, its my 22nd birthday.