Sometimes I can’t breathe
and each part of my life dangles in front of me, right out of reach.
I want to scream because my tense muscles just make me more angry.
I hate this.
One day, a couple from today, I know I’ll wake up and I’ll be back to being okay. But I don’t even know why I’m here because I’ve tried so hard to stay away from this place. All it is is constant breakdowns. And I can’t handle it.