empty inside, I try to breathe.
it must not be working since I’m suffocating.
nobody can pull me out.
they’re all looking at the beauty in the sky.
I think brokenness hides.
nobody ever seems to notice.
but I don’t know how to fix this.
depression is addicted to me.
how can I break an addiction if it’s not mine?
the chains are broken but he stands by my side.
we’re both afraid to separate.
we don’t know anything different.
the first step is the hardest.
I’ve taken mine while he stands still.
and I can’t walk away if I’m the only one trying.
guilt surrounds me
and shoves me under.
how can I breathe when I’m user the most shameful emotion?
why are these chains and shackles on me again?
the weight of the world is back on my shoulders.
and I can’t breathe.
brokenness is suffocating me.

1/26/12