Help

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Breath.

How?

My lungs are screaming at me, they hate me for what iv put them through
My eyes are burning, they scream at me for hurting them
My heart is aching, It ignores me for the lies i've told
"Im fine"
They don't understand.
Breath.
I try, I open my mouth wide but no air fills my lungs.
Hands touch my shoulders, my legs, my face.
It's too much, why won't they just leave me alone?
My hands are clenched into fists so tightly they burn.
My lips are cracked, my breathing is shaky.
"What's wrong?
What can we do?"
They ask me.
Time stops.
I lick my lips.
Once, twice, three times.
My lips part and I whisper, my voice cracking as a tear slides down my cheek.
"Help."

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