A collection of my poetry
"Keep breathing."
Keep Breathing.
That’s what they tell you.
You’re alive, that’s what matters.
They say again and again.
But they don’t understand do they?
Just breathing to stay alive isn’t enough.
Just staying alive isn’t enough.
What’s the point when you aren’t living?
When you try to explain this,
When you try to ask for their help to live.
They just shrug and say “you’re alive.”
It isn’t enough that I am alive and breathing.
It isn’t enough that I am on basic a level, functional.
I’m stuck on autopilot, it’s the only way I can keep on.
Cos when when I went to them and asked for help…
They turned away saying that the situation is fine as is.
Keep breathing they said, cos you’re alive.
But I don’t know if I am.
I don’t know if I can keep breathing for much longer.