Live or die
Same thing
If I die I have a chance to end the suffering
If I live I have a chance to end the suffering easy way out:
Death
I can't handle it anymore can't handle the anxiety attacks
Like a whole building has fallen on top of me that no one can see
But only I can feel
It makes it so hard to breath
My lungs have to give it their all to inhale and renew the oxygen that has now turned into carbon dioxide
To take a breath
They have to fight
I have to fight
And all I want is to take the building off me to escape from it because I seem to be trapped
But I can't see it
No one can
But only I can feel it
Only I can feel it crushing me
Only I can feel it taking my breath away
Only I can feel how it's making it so hard to breath
To breath
Something a new born can do on its own with out anyone teaching them to do so
I
A 17-year-old girl can't do that
I need to focus on my lungs
On every single breath I take
So I don't suffocate
So I can succeed to give my body the air it needs to survive
I fight
So hard
But at the same time
I am dying
I am suffocating
But my lungs don't give up on me, they're strong they fight until they claim victory and the war isn't over yet they prepare for the next battle
For the next anxiety attack
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