Writer's Block

Breathing

It is a part of me where me myself are on the verge of tears.

I can feel the river flows in me. The veins are streams that carry my sadness

It flows. Thoroughly in every cell it depleted

The roof, the clouds up high I can feel the sky flooding.

My blood running as time goes by a haze surrounds by head

I keep on breathing. Breathing, acting like it is normal while it don't.

I suffocate in my own breathe feels like it killing me

\\broken mentality