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I can't breathe properly.

My lungs,

My lungs feel pressured.

They aren't helping me anymore.

They can't,

They can't help me.

I don't think they want to.

I wouldn't want to help me.

So why,

Why would they?

I don't deserve their help.

I didn't help anyone else.

Even though,

Even though I knew I could.

I'm struggling for breath now.

Every time,

Every one feels like my last.

Is this how it all ends?

Incoherent thoughts,

Unspoken words,

Hopelessness,

And not one person by my side?

Is this how it ends?

Lost words,

Things I'll never be able to say,

Laughter I'll never hear again,

Smiles I won't fake again?

I regret it now,

I regret it all now.

Those words I never told them,

The feelings I never conveyed,

The strength I never used,

And the knowledge I put to waste.

I just had to let everything,

Everything affect me.

I just had to be stupid enough

To be everything I never wanted.

To be what they always thought of me.

Cause now I'm useless.

I'm dumb and messed up.

I couldn't follow the simple instructions

That were given to me.

I couldn't do one job correctly.

But I'm dying now.

And though it shouldn't matter,

Their approval always has.

So even though I may not hear it back

I just want to let them know

That I,

That I am sorry

And,

And that I lo-




A/N

I swear I was having a panic attack while writing this.😂😅

So, judge not, please.

Also, this has not been posted on my Tumblr and is exclusively for y'all. Enjoy?

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