I feel as if I'm not enough anymore.
I'm just existing.
Not doing anything special with my life.
Just existing.
Wasting precious air to those who deserve to breathe it.
Wasting a life.
When someone else could have it and make more of it than I am.
I'm a waste.
And I'm sorry for that.
Hopefully I have the guts to change that.
To stop breathing so everyone else has more air to breathe.
YOU ARE READING
I Understand
PoetryFeeling alone? Feeling lost? Feeling everything at once? Not feeling at all? I understand.
