In through the nose.
And out through the mouth.
The lungs stay the same, but the air-
The air is thinning.

If we knew we could use up all the oxygen,
would we breathe any faster?
If we knew you wouldn't wake up tomorrow,
would we go to bed sooner?

We want to tell the world yes,
but we we’d be lying to ourselves.
So why do we lie? Why can’t we just realize we want help,
And not the end.
For ending the misery is not the proper trade.

Once more through the nose.
Again out the mouth.
We mustn't plan our goodbyes.
Fill the lungs, lower the chest.

Inhale… The End.