Breathe...

My heart pounds through my chest.

This cannot be true.

This.

Cannot be...
True...

Nausea fills every fiber of my being.

It's not your life. I whisper to myself.

I am now crouched against the wall.
I am trying to find my breath.

A mind is running a million miles a minute.

Thinking.
Questioning.

Why?

Manipulation?
Pity?
Need to not be alone?
I will never know.
Maybe it was meant to be.


Maybe it is just a misunderstanding..

I let the cool air rush through my lungs.

Breathe...


Breathe

Breathe....