Poem – Breathe

Poem – Breathe

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Written by Andrew Octavian

Am I happy?
No, not these days I’m not
They say, “You should be grateful,
You’re breathing, you’re alive!”

I wake up, I take time to decide
Do I live today,
Or can I do that tomorrow?
Breathing hurts, life’s a ball of pain

I know my parents meant well
When they said,
“Be more like your brother”
Three times a day, seven times a week

I know it’s my mistake
Getting F’s, flunking classes
I try, every day I try
But tomorrow never seems as good
As what I pictured it to be

One morning I woke up
“I’ll try to be happy today” I said
Night came, so did the voices in my head
So I decide to stop breathing
And for the first time in a long while
I felt free

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