barely breathing

I’ve taken breaths so shallow,

it’s like I didn’t inhale at all.

A meaningless breath,

not enough oxygen to possibly survive.

Just prolonged agony.

That’s what this is,

this version of myself is a shallow breath.

Maybe it’s minimal effort.

Maybe it’s just barely holding on.

Either way, it’s death and decay and it’s my own self.

It’s all of me slipping into a routine I never leave.

Wake. Work. Eat. Sleep. Repeat.

Trapped in breaths that don’t gasp enough air,

to remove myself from this pattern emerging.

I am whole for a moment, just as I wake.

Then I acknowledge my own breath,

And once again I am trapped.

Locked in this routine that punctures my lungs,

Leaving the air seeping out slowly.

As I whittle away into nothingness.

t.e.w.s

by Noah Sammak

via weheartit