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Breathe
I never knew how it was to feel cold inside of a warm body, but as the days stretch and depression digs himself into my skin, I begin to understand the feeling of emptiness all too well.
He is like drowning on dry land, the water filling my lungs too quickly before I can even inhale.
There is an overwhelming quiet that comes over my body at night, and it is as if he had never left me in the first place.
He welcomes himself into my bed and keeps me in an embrace so tight that I sometimes forget to breathe, and when I begin to feel the heavy feeling of nothingness, I inhale; and then I am alive all over again.
I never knew how it was to feel so empty inside of a body that was once so whole.
He is like being scorched into thousands of flames, except that where there should be pain there is nothing but numbness.
It is so hard to live inside of a body that wants so badly to live, only to be drug back to death himself.
It is not fair that I am stuck here wishing that I wasn't, and that all I can do at night is listen to my breathing and hope it will stop.
I never knew how it was to feel cold inside of a warm living body, but when night comes and I can no longer shut my eyes on my own, the numbness washes over my body all too quickly.
And he welcomes himself back into my bed, and I am once again inside of his heavy arms and I am complete,
Inhale, exhale,
Breathe.
He is like drowning on dry land, the water filling my lungs too quickly before I can even inhale.
There is an overwhelming quiet that comes over my body at night, and it is as if he had never left me in the first place.
He welcomes himself into my bed and keeps me in an embrace so tight that I sometimes forget to breathe, and when I begin to feel the heavy feeling of nothingness, I inhale; and then I am alive all over again.
I never knew how it was to feel so empty inside of a body that was once so whole.
He is like being scorched into thousands of flames, except that where there should be pain there is nothing but numbness.
It is so hard to live inside of a body that wants so badly to live, only to be drug back to death himself.
It is not fair that I am stuck here wishing that I wasn't, and that all I can do at night is listen to my breathing and hope it will stop.
I never knew how it was to feel cold inside of a warm living body, but when night comes and I can no longer shut my eyes on my own, the numbness washes over my body all too quickly.
And he welcomes himself back into my bed, and I am once again inside of his heavy arms and I am complete,
Inhale, exhale,
Breathe.
Published 20th Jul 2021
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