Breathing

Breathing

People dont notice when they breathe 

it's a natural mechanism

you're not supposed

to be conscious of it

 

But every breath I inhale,

I hate

Every breath, 

I notice. 

It's a constant reminder that a person

living in so much pain

can still be perfectly healthy, 

can still thrive

 

No one knows I feel this way

How would they know?

Why should I tell them?

I can't do much 

about it. 

If I leave, he'll hurt me more,

I can't keep going on without him, 

I love him.

 

The pain of being away will eat me alive, 

but the pain of being with him is unbearable

I'm trapped in my own body

and no one can

do anything about it.

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