I can't really breathe that well
It feels like my chest is collapsing in itself in an effort to end my misery and clean this mess up that is my existence
But I mean unfortunately that won't happen and I'm stuck to try and cope with the horrible excuse for the story of my life
That kinda makes me sad, I don't want to be living anymore
Everything is just too much for me
I don't want to live anymore
I'm too much of a burden on the people closest to me they just don't want to admit it.... I'm tired of breathing more and more
In and out and in and out
Perhaps it would just be better to die
To just slip into the void that is nothingness and leave
Everyone is better off without me anyways
Even should I try anything though I'll just be locked back up in psych ward again...
Oh the beautiful ugliness of a pained misery that is existence