I can't breathe.
I can't speak.
I can't move.
I can't see.
I was blinded.
Blinded by expectations.
Quotas.
Pressure.
I felt like crying.
Yet my body was frozen.
I felt like dying.
Yet I can't reach the razor.
No breath.
Only thoughts.
Lists.
But it pasts.
You just have to wait.
Breathe.
Close your eyes.
Make a schedule.
Write it on your calendar.
Make a plan.
Don't cry.
Don't panic.
It gets better.
Think further.
Remember your goals.
Others thoughts don't matter.
And most of all.
Breathe.
This was my life.
Day after day of stress.
Of expectations.
Of uncompleted tasks.
But you have to sort it out.
Balance.
Weigh your options.
Divide and conquer.
Eliminate unneccesary variables.
Or you can take the easy way out.
Leave.
Not just this life, this world.
That's the path I took.
And I will forever regret it.
That's why I'm here now.
To warn you.
Think of your options.
Think of your family.
And remember.
Breathe.
A/N:This is for those of us who feel the stress like there's no tomorrow. Because to you, there might not be. No, I didn't commit suicide. I'm still alive and well, just ask my mom. But those of you who do feel that way sometimes, sort out your options. Message me. We can talk it out. My biggest mistake is not breathing. Deeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeep breaths. So deep you feel like your hyperventilating. Just breeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeethe.
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