Breathe.
I try, but the words are stuck in my throat.
I brush it off,
"Nothing, nothing."
Everything is trapped,
And inside I cry.
My escape is brief,
But it eases the pain.
I soar, happy.
Everything is a breeze,
I think it'll last this time...
But I crash yet again.
Coming down is harder.
I lose myself.
There's no point, I want out.
A vicious cycle of destruction:
Panic, pain, push through...
Breathe