It was an all consuming feelingA black pit
with no escape
A loneliness so real
that I could feel it in the air
It wasn't something
I couldn't
just get over
It had become
who I was
Everyday was a cloudy day
So often
death seemed to be my way out
the world wouldn't stop spinning
I needed stillness
I needed a moment
a moment that never seemed to come
happiness a fairytale
Still I chose to breathe
even though
breathing was a chore
maybe even a burden to those around
because I chose to breathe
one day
I found a ladder
each rung the darkness faded
just a little
Till one day I found myself in the sun
and breathing with ease
and happiness had become real
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