I'm having trouble
coming to terms with breathing.
I don't feel like a person.
I don't feel alive.
I feel like I'm existing,
to call it living is a joke.
A vase without flowers,
a kettle without tea,
a starless beach without sand,
and an empty wallet.  
Nobody wants to look at an empty vase.
Nobody serves a kettle devoid of tea.
A starless beach without sand is a barren place.
And an empty wallet...
nobody wants and empty wallet...

what about me?