Breathing and Dying
Breathe all night
yet I don’t feel like I get enough of it
I breathe
and yet I feel exhausted
I breathe
and yet no air can suffice
tired
wandering aimlessly
everyday
is a haze
in a daze
of confusion
and the illusion
that things will get better
but I fret her
I fret and regret
and everyday that I wake up
I feel as if I have been awake all night
no slumber
just lumber
from day to day
oh yeah
I breathe
but doesn’t relieve
no reprieve
I forget
little things
and major things
I forget and forget and forget
tattoos in my brain
they remain
to help me remember
the december from year past









