Breathe
I tell myself as I want to leave
But right now I don’t know how
I have been stuck
In a little bit of a rut
And my hatred for fakes Grew to the size of lakes
It feels like I'm playing a game
That doesn’t have any aim
I'm curious which is why I play
While I keep my feelings at bay
I have become tired of hiding behind doors
And metaphors
Frozen in mid breath,
Sitting before death
The reaper scares me no longer
Not because I've become stronger,
But because I've become scared of going on as life does
Just because