Breathe in and breathe back out, it's a constant cycle we can't go through our lives without, but when you can't summon the strength to breathe a sigh over something, when it hurts too much, if you never got over it enough to breathe that sigh, would you die? When you're happy bathing in the silence and you realise the time, when you should be on your way around the bend, would it really be so bad to hit pause? If you live a life by simple means and everyone around chases after their dreams in a blur of love and sweat past your window, does it fill you with the utmost fear when it hits you like ten thousand spears, you should be amongst that crowd outside. This pressure piles upon over the stupidest things, when you're in a crowded elevator and no ones talking, no one seems to be breathing, that pressure when you need to make a sound?
This is the knot this is the anchor, I step in when you can't handle this situation. I fill up your gut and make you need to hurt, i pull you slowly through the ground. I make you feel this disconnected, this ignored, this ineffective. I make you literally disappear.
And when you're down here, when you daren't make a sound, when you're cowering under the table. Just know this.
To everyone on the outside?...You look like a child
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