I came on here to write
To set my mind free from the constraints
With which press against me as I attempt
To break away from my limitations
To toe over my boundaries
But I've found myself finding the line very...
. . . comforting
I feel very
. . . . . secure
I don't want to move, why don't I want to press?
I've lost my will to fight and I can't tell if it's me
Or if it's just the air closing in
The harder it gets to breathe
The easier giving up seems