some days i’m
breathing just fine

some days are light
not a cloud in the sky
warmth on my skin
a wide path to walk on

some days i’m suffocating

some days my
lungs are collapsing
filled with smoke
my airway is blocked

some days i’m
skipping through
fields of flowers

other days i’m
staying as low to the
ground as i can
searching for fresh
air in a room with
no doors or windows

and then some days

some days i’m
breathing in
through a straw
but i’m still breathing

i’m still breathing

and the sun still rises

and i still see tomorrow

thank god i
still see tomorrow

because tomorrow is the
only hope i have
to see the sun again
to breathe fresh air again
to feel like myself

— i’m tired of watching you leave

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