I try to breathe.
Which is a hard task for me.
My life is fading fast.
These new lungs I was given.
Make me feel unforgiven.
My breath will never last.
Life is hard to live.
When all I do is give.
And I receive nothing in return.
The new lungs are fading.
My wrists are blading.
My whole world is ready to burn.
I can't escape this Hell.
I've been deemed "mentally unwell."
I'm ready to be down for the count.
So I just crawl in bed.
And cover my head.
My new lungs are wearing out.
Apr 29, 2016
Apr 29, 2016 at 1:20 AM UTC
I try to breathe.
Which is a hard task for me.
My life is fading fast.
These new lungs I was given.
Make me feel unforgiven.
My breath will never last.
Life is hard to live.
When all I do is give.
And I receive nothing in return.
The new lungs are fading.
My wrists are blading.
My whole world is ready to burn.
I can't escape this Hell.
I've been deemed "mentally unwell."
I'm ready to be down for the count.
So I just crawl in bed.
And cover my head.
My new lungs are wearing out.
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