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I Breathe

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Each of these thoughts take over my head. They slowly are eating me alive. I try to wish them away, I try to vanish them, but they have become a part of me. I fear, that I cannot let them go, because they have become the air to my lungs. I cry. Weep, because this is not what I wanted for me. I die, sleep. Because It’s all where I find my peace.

I breathe

I take the air within my lungs, and I try, to hold onto it as long as possible. I try to become the air, so that I will always have breath. I try, but i fail. Because I fail at everything I touch. God, this hurts so much. To let me be, this, empty shell of a person. And me, to try to find, to open the sky and except the clouds as grace.

I breathe.



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