u/Pleasant_Beat_289

Death is usually perceived as something that occurs only once in a person’s lifetime. But I die everyday grieving what I could’ve become, killing myself over the self betrayal that I brought upon myself.

I feel numb, empty and dark. Replaying my past and comparing the difference between what I did and what I should’ve done.

As I sit in this mayhem of thoughts my nostril becomes narrower, my breath starts to shirk, my body heats up, my pupils widen and my heart sinks into the abyss.

Creating hope not out of thin air, but out of air which is polluted with anxiety, fear, anger and betrayal. I loathe myself to the extent that my guts squeeze.

In this chaos I forget to breathe and I hasten to grab my inhaler, breathing and coming back to life only to kill myself again.