Could you give me a second to catch my breath?

Give me a second to go on my knees and exhale the pain that has stolen my breath.

Could I ask for a hand in supporting me cause the world seems to be shattering, and the only thing I can do is hold my breath?

They tell me to inhale and exhale, but every inhale seems like ethanol, which sets my body ablaze.

I asked the world for help, but the only thing they could do was talk, sit in silence or cry, so I held onto my breath so that the groan would come out.

I walk around with my body aflame, trying to take one breath at a time and relaying on the creator of my breath to renew my strength