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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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