We try our best to hold on. To fix something that we were never sure if broken. To smile at the heaviest words. To tell ourselves it’s all going to be okay when we’re at the edge of that small ledge.
It’s all going wrong.
But we try.
Because we want to. Because we want this.
I lost air already. My lungs can no longer feel the happy air anymore. It’s like nicotine barring my dreams, making them fade.
And this is nonsense.
And i’m coughing like there’s no tomorrow. Ew.