Breathe just breathe,
Isn't that what they all say?
Well that's what I'm telling myself anyway.
To take it in steps
And steps in breaths,
Continue to live a bit longer.

These feelings seem to creep up,
From being nonexistent,
Because I don't know where they live
And I don't know why they are here.
Suddenly they're rising from within me,
Making my soul bleed and burn.

So the only way I can think of attempting comfort,
Is to breathe and try to convince.
I convince myself the layout of my day,
So that I know after that it is done.
Then the pain will be gone.
Now if I feel like facing fears
Or because I have no other choice,
I slowly tell myself to just do whatever it is,
Then it can be over
Or escalate much more.

Like when I allow myself
With thoughts to walk through a doorway.
Even if there is succession in that,
The aftermath could be much worse.
I'd be walking into my own nightmare,
So instead I consider just hiding alone.
But nowhere here is always empty.
There's not always somewhere to go.