Today my breath was heavier,
the voices around me couldn’t be heard

I just wanna die
and I have no idea of how to make poetry about it
because poetry are emotions in words
and I’m numb, so why do I keep writing?

Maybe trying to wake up something,
remembering how I used to love
and how my tears felt in my cheeks.

But I don’t even want such big emotions,
I’m fine with just remembering bodies
with all their pretty faces and curves.

But I can’t because now bodies
are just something to compare to
with a mix of adoration and envy