It's so hard to breath,
I can't seem to have the ability to do it.
It used to be so simple.
Now..NOW..
It takes everything, all my will and energy to do it.
I need to breath so I can live, but do I really want to live?
Do I really want to breath?
Do I really need to give it my all?
Why would I do that?
Why would I even think about that?
I don't know the answers to many things, but the most important ones are.
What do I live for?
Who do I live for?
How am I gonna live to help them beat it all?
Who is it that needs me so bad, but I have to live so they can have me?
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Drowning In Sorrow- Poetry
Poetry*Trigger Warning* Suicide, cutting, depression, abuse, self harm, death etc. ~I didn't know happiness as well as I know sorrow ❤️ Stay strong ❤️
