Breathe…


I feel empty
Almost dead inside
Sitting here alone
Picking at the carpet
On my bedroom floor
Everyone's gone
Doing who knows what
And the house is silent
It's almost terrifying
Being here
I don't know what to do with myself
Breathe
That's what my therapist tells me
But I'm tired of breathing
I want to live
Really live again
I feel like a ghost
And I hate it
I trace a finger down my arm
Like I've done so many times these past weeks
How did I let this happen to me?
Why did I do this to myself?
I don't think I'll ever find the answer

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