Having Asthma,
It's made me realize one thing,
Breathing is hard.
Especially when it's 1 a.m and there's no one there and you don't know where your inhaler is,
So you sit there,
Silently dying.
Especially when you want so hard to fit in at gym,
So you try your hardest,
And then you collapse,
And everyone pity's you.
Especially when you're hanging out with your friends,
And they leave you behind,
Because you can't walk that extra mile,
So you sit on a bench,
Crying inside,
And gasping for air.
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A Public Poetry Diary
PoesíaA poet is only as good as their muse, All of mine happen to bring sorrow.
