Breathe
I think the hardest part of breathing is doing it under pressure
On command
No pleasure
Just constant effort
...
All you can focus on is
How fast
How deep
How loud you must be as you try to complete the rhythm beat by beat
...
I swear it’s the reason I’m an insomniac
Wondering if my next breath is going to be my last
I circle around cliches and final sayings then I start to lose track
...
I start to lose face
Determine that maybe my rationalizations have weight
I might just actually be a waste of space
Accepting this might just be my new faith
But is it fate?
Am I just here to find meaning from blank stares against the window pane?
...
How is that fair?
Maybe there’s no point and I shouldn’t care?
Maybe there is something greater out there
...
A giant whale in the sky
Or some guy in all white
Ready to pass Judgement
Like there is a reason for wrong and right
All I know is that my chest is tight
I’m clenching my fists to keep from crying
...
I can hear my sisters
Calling me
“Calm down princess,
Breathe”
Maybe I should
So I can stop falling apart at the seams
To stop feeling like there’s nothing but lead piercing at my feet
...
I don’t know anymore
But then again I don’t think I ever did
...
So I’ll lay my head down tonight
Try and forget what I said
Choke on bittersweet memories
Shut my eyes and dream of palm trees
...
The air is clean
My soul is free
Here I lay with nothing but my feet at the sea
I don't want to be here but it's the best it can be
...
Feedback links