breathe in. breathe out. why can't i just hold it in? my breathing, it's something i don't want to hear again.
breathe in. breathe out. it's all a damn process. just to f*cking live. but i can't die. not yet. not when i am capable of living on my own. but i can't stand this breathing anymore.
to live or die? do i really have a choice? is it that simple? as simple as choosing left or right? but i have to. i have to choose.
breathe in.
breathe out.
breathe in.
breathe out.
breathe in.
i feel like i'm floating.
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a/n:
from rank #116 to rank #90 in poetry today! thank you so so so much! :*
do you guys want me to write something apart from this genre? if so, tell me or dare me to xd (lol please don't)
i love you all! ❤