I think my lungs are giving up

In
Out
In
Out

They’re tired.
I am tired.

I think I’m giving up.

can you see through my chest?
the bathroom floor waiting for me
the box of razors below my bed
is it enough for you to leave me?
baby, are you leaving?

The ceiling looks down
corroded, broken, messy
eyes look up
glassy, lifeless, empty

Is it over yet?

Please
I can’t stand it
Where are you? Where am I?
I can’t commit to anything

Help me
Can’t you—

sit on the tiles.
water falls as time
slips away -
drifts down the drain -

would i feel the same if i floated away?
where am i?
did the world pass me by?

should i be gone?