Why is something so simple, so natural for humans so painful to do?
The core element that is there to keep me alive, feels like its killing me with each and every breath.
Fighting for my survival with each breath taken...
Ribs caving in, being crushed within my own body.
Short sharp gasps for air, trying to fill my lungs.
lungs unable to fill with air, are they finally giving up?
Feeling so alone and afraid. Dying form the inside out.
Is anyone able to help me? Is this just part of my condition?
Will I have to live like this forever?
so many questions that will probably never be answered.
Am i just not built correctly?
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