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it is nearly impossible 

to breathe. 

and i hate that i can't breathe and

that i am gasping for every bit of air. 

it hurts to see everyone around me, 

breathing so easily, 

having no troubles at all. 

as if i am drowning but everyone else can swim.

as if i am alone in this struggle. 

i know i am not alone, 

but it sucks sometimes. 

this is not some analogy for depression,

or mental illness. 

i just have asthma

and need my inhaler sometimes.

but i also have depression and mental illness. 

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