Short breathes, forced.
I feel as if I can’t breathe.
It shouldn’t be so hard,
Yet it is.
Laboring my breathing has taken up my mind,
waking its once sleeping state.
I open up my lungs only to get hit with regret as soon as they open.
Fighting a battle with myself is hard,
Especially when you are losing.
O terrible world, why am i being punished?
inhale and exhale
yet i still am not breathing