It is coming again, The shortness of breath, The need to breathe more, Gasping when it is not enough, Wondering whether I would die, Out of breath.
Sometimes
Sometimes it is good and you are able to talk
Sometimes it is bad and all you can do is stare at nothing
Sometimes you hurt so you cry deep inside
Sometimes you feel the possibilities that you perk up
Sometimes you listen to the same song repeatedly
Sometimes you wonder whether you will wake up
Sometimes you wish the day move faster
Sometimes you worry no one knows you
Sometimes you simply want to be alone
Sometimes it is pleasant to talk to someone
Sometimes the earning to talk more persists
Sometimes books save you from drowning
Sometimes reading disappears and fear takes hold
Sometimes anger dominates your life
Sometimes numbness takes over
Sometimes …
Sometimes you wish for death
Sometimes you pray for life.
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