Breathe

I write because I don't want to read
I sleep because I don't want to wake up
I do what I want because I can
I hate myself because God loves me

So what do I do with these polar opposites?
Do I go on as if there's nothing wrong?
Do I stay in the fire where I belong?
Or I do I try to salvage what's left of my soul?

But what can I do when the only thing I feel is the weight of the world suffocating me?

...

I breathe