Oneshots

Breathe

[Verse 1]

Take a deep breath

Until both sides of your heart get numb

Until it hurts a little

Let out your breath even more

Until you feel

Like there's nothing left inside

It's alright if you run out of breath

No one will blame you

It's okay to make mistakes sometimes

Because anyone can do so

Although comforting by saying it's alright

Are just words

Do you know what it's like to contemplate suicide?

Because I do.

It's something so indescribable that it's hard to really put in words.

All it feels like is numb.

Because when I came to the decision that I wanted to die, all I felt was numbness.

Some people say that when they stand on top of a building so high and feel the breeze hitting their face like the waves of a never-ending dawn, happiness arises like bile in their throat because of the rush of emotions. And yet, when their feet feels the non-existent floor beneath them amidst the sounds of the city below, fear grapples with those emotions and they fall back, breathless and questioning.

"Stop saying it's alright." I used to tell him. Him who ran to the deck of my demise and pulled me back in a heap of the white nightdress I was adorning and flight of ebony hair whipping his face. Him and the tears streaming down like tinsel, holographic from the moonlight shining through bickering clouds.

Him, who I didn't really know but still chose to get to know me.

[Chorus]

Someone's breath. That heavy breath

How can I see through that?

Though I can't understand your breath

It's alright I'll hold you

Do you know what it's like to see the person you love fall?

Because I do.

It's something so indescribable that it's hard to really put in words.

All it feels like is fear.

Because when I saw her preparing to jump from the tower we had held our last promise, all I felt was fear.

It's hard to understand what is going on in her mind. Threads spindled so tightly together that I no longer held the ability to find the ends and untangle them. The day I knew it was all going to hell was the day we saw the casket in front of us and reality splashed upon our youthful lips like ice. And we hated the cold.