One breath at a time.
It’s a Saturday night,
sitting right in front of the window
with slight moonlight coming in
as if peeping in on me
I can’t help but think
how broken I am
how hopeless my life has become
how sad yet angry my heart is
how numb my brain is
I wonder how I will be handling this pain
in fifteen to twenty years
but then again, will I even survive that long?
The hopelessness inside me
won’t let me live for long
so till then
I shall take one breath at a time
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