I live and learn how to breathe every day,
No matter how many times my brain says breathe my heart yells back never,
Its hard to know what the body wants when it says 2 different things,
I hope one day it will make up its mind,
Because I'm sick and tired of fighting,
Maybe death can fix this,
No they say that's bad don't do that,
Yet I stand here with a rope around my neck,
I should pass out any minute I swallowed 47 sleeping pills.
