Breath of Burden

Breath of Burden

Breath of Burden
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I wish I was dead; the thought greeted him as reliably as the sun each morning, and like a loving mother tucked him in snugly to bed each night.

The air was heavy, dense. Death wasn’t his desire, it was his escape.

His days consumed by unexplained loneliness; hiding in a crowd of friends.

His nights filled with anxious thoughts and suicidal ideation; waiting for the end.

His lungs felt tired and weary; gasping from their interminable duties.

Undesirable, broken, and  unloved; he knew only he was to blame for these feelings;

Love is never owed, Love is only earned.

The air is thick as he pulls it into his lungs; his chest feels compressed under the burden of a breath.

Another day greets him with misery; yet he smiles through thoughts of death.

He suffocates even as he inhales again; useless efforts, his will diminished.

Unable to find relief, it isn’t air he needs; yet still he breathes.

 

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