Life is Pain

A slow suffocating eruption of raw chaos bubbling deep in the bowels of my being.

Choking for breath, grasping for anything that will keep me alive, going, moving forward,

towards something

-anything.

Sharp,

stinging

salty tears

burn

as they slowly fall

from my sunken eyes.

My heavy heart

barely beating from the blows of life

it's withstood.

How do people survive love?

We were an us, until further discussed;

we fell apart.

Here I lie a broken "I."

1 is the loneliest number and I struggle to see a way out of my own despair.

The air is so thin, impossible to breathe.

I can't see, I can't move, I can't eat, I can't.

All I can do is exist in this endless pain and sorrow.

Exist and pray for a new tomorrow.