Breathe

pressure is physical

reality is suffocating

pain becomes reality

mentally im breaking

i sleep thirteen hours

just numbing my brain

pick out a smile

entertain for a while

in hopes to feel again

i sit in silence

exhausted 

frustration and guilt and shame

everlasting game

so i force the pills down my dry throat

tear at the salt flowing from my eyes

i sit in silence

and realize

cant

fucking

breathe

This poem is about: 
Me

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