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.