It's ok
Its okay I whisper to myself in the same bathroom stall I find myself in everyday
Its ok
As I wheeze and struggle for air
I reassure myself
Its ok
I know its not
As my lips tremble
And my legs shake
As my thoughts overflow
And my breathes break
And when I stop
And pause for a minute
It starts again beyond its limit
I'm huffing again
Huffing and puffing
Struggling for air
Struggling and struggling
But it's ok
Its ok right
And I keep trying
To make it okay
But I can't help but think
Its pathetic
I'm pathetic
~H1
