There are days where I just feel an overwhelming loss. An unexplained, ill defined sense of despair that clouds the senses and throbs deep, making even a single breath draw blood.

Breathe.

Remembering all that has come to past. Where should I look except towards the future?

If that’s the case, why do I find myself doing a 3-60?

Breathe.

Too many have left me.

Suddenly. Alone. Struggling.

What more can I do?

Unable to make sense in all the senselessness.

How much more can I take?

How much more can bear?

Why do I immerse myself in the endless torment?

Tell me what I can actually look forward to.












Breathe.




Just breathe.




Breathe.








Stop giving me the courage to carry on when I so badly want to let go.

Bleed.