Breathe
I can’t breathe
I’m on the brink of a breakdown but can’t bring myself to speak
The weight of the world is suddenly on my shoulders
I know it’s irrational but these thoughts are mine
No matter how toxic they are, they stay
In a moment like this everything seems so horrible
My problems have no solutions
Yet, I still want them to be fixed
I force myself to think through everything good in life
The friends who love me unconditionally
Having something I am passionate about
The way that music makes me feel
Living in a country, in an age where I can love whoever I want
Freedom of speech
The way my moms cooking can make me smile
Dancing like a fool
Midnight walks
Talks of philosophy and spirituality
Suddenly I can breathe
In an instant my head is cleared
And now I realize, living isn’t so bad
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