Breathe.
My life gripping my neck
Forcefully, air dies.

Butterflies in my eyes,
as I stare up at the fan
from the hard wood floor.

I'm dying here,
without this feeling of beauty.
I am dying now,
without this feeling of …you.
I am breathing.

Breathe.
My hopes leave me behind,
As I suffer alone.

Roses in my hair,
as I spin to get my fingertips numb,
on the gray grass.

I'm dying here,
without this feeling of beauty.
I am dying now,
without this feeling of …you.
I am breathing.

A piano clicks,
in my mind,
as I cry in front of the mirror.

I'm dying here,
without this feeling of beauty.
I am dying now,
without this feeling of …you.

I am breathing… so just breathe with me.