Will I ever be able to breathe ?
I sit down, stare off and think.
I think about what I could be,
No, what I will be.
If I will make an impact.
If I will save someone’s life, the way I wish they would’ve saved mine.
I wish they would’ve saved me.
I wish I didn’t have to bear these blistering scars on my heart.
I wish I would’ve been saved from that pain.
I yearn for the nights that I am able to sleep without thinking,
Where I sleep so soundly that I forget the pits of anxiety in my stomach.
I wish I could help someone the way I should’ve been.
Where they don’t have to feel the way I do
Where they don’t struggle to wake up in the morning
Where they don’t have to find the desire to be alive, because they have overcome the pain
That’s what I hope for,
Until then, Will I ever be able to breathe