Kat
Baron
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Breathe. I keep reminding myself, that I'm doing it for them,
those who care so much.
Nights becomes darker and days becomes longer until they start blending into each other.
Where does it begin and where does it end?
A fog overwhelms my senses,
so thick and dark, that it suffocates me, drags me down with each breath.
Just breathe. You're doing it for them.
Breathe, I remind myself.
My body's with you, but I'm not really there.
I feel high, but down in my lowest lows.
With a smile so broken, I nod and say "It's going better" when asked about the depression,
but I know that I don't feel anything, have the pills done too much?
And as I lay awake and stare up at the ceiling, t
he hollowness clawing at my chest for a way out,
begging to be released,
begging to consume me,
I wonder...
Is this the beginning or the end?
those who care so much.
Nights becomes darker and days becomes longer until they start blending into each other.
Where does it begin and where does it end?
A fog overwhelms my senses,
so thick and dark, that it suffocates me, drags me down with each breath.
Just breathe. You're doing it for them.
Breathe, I remind myself.
My body's with you, but I'm not really there.
I feel high, but down in my lowest lows.
With a smile so broken, I nod and say "It's going better" when asked about the depression,
but I know that I don't feel anything, have the pills done too much?
And as I lay awake and stare up at the ceiling, t
he hollowness clawing at my chest for a way out,
begging to be released,
begging to consume me,
I wonder...
Is this the beginning or the end?