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Breathing


Breathing is easy until it is hard Your conscience is pure until it is marred Life takes its toll, it hurts and it drains It attacks us with challenges, it buries us with pains Every day, in every way, it is an endless fight Seeing is easy until you take away the light What was right is now wrong, innocence lost You keep paying and paying without knowing the cost You inhale, you intake, your lungs beg for air Gasping, desperate, it isn't even there But you know it is, it has to be, so why are you dying It's the weight, the pressure, the pain, the lying Lying to yourself, lying to the ones that care Killing pieces of yourself until you aren't even there Gasping, dying, suffocating under the weight You hate the world, you hate yourself, but mostly you just hate Hate what you do, hate what you say Hate that you hurt them, but you can't see another way So the oxygen taunts you, mocks you, escapes you Your lungs cry out, your face turns blue You don't know what to do You don't have a clue You were once innocent but now you've been marred Breathing isn't easy, it's so damn hard(poems go here)
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