It gets harder and harder to breathe.
Harder to live.
Those around me have moved on and are happy.
Those I hated are living freely.
Only I am held down by these pains.
These pains of sorrow and regret.
I don't think that it's going to be okay.
I wonder if I'll be okay.
I wonder if I will actually pull through.
Will I or will I not?
That's the real question.