Breathing
Breathing
People dont notice when they breathe
it's a natural mechanism
you're not supposed
to be conscious of it
But every breath I inhale,
I hate
Every breath,
I notice.
It's a constant reminder that a person
living in so much pain
can still be perfectly healthy,
can still thrive.
No one knows I feel this way
How would they know?
Why should I tell them?
I can't do much
about it.
If I leave, he'll hurt me more,
I can't keep going on without him,
I love him.
The pain of being away will eat me alive,
but the pain of being with him is unbearable
I'm trapped in my own body
and no one can
do anything about it.