Breathe

It's the simplest activities in life,
That are somehow becoming much more complicated.

For example:
The straightforward act of breathing.

Being able to watch the capacity of everyone around me,
Be nurtured with such an ease of vitality.
To have a chest flowing so naturally of nourishment,
Without a single care or thought in the world.

The motions of,
-Up and down-
-In and out-
-Inhale and exhale-

While here I am,
Barely struggling to get by...
Being clouded by a heavy chest,
Which is only just trying to survive.
To gather enough suffocating oxygen,
So I can make it through another moment of time.

Because,
That's how I live this life now...
Moment by little moment.
And yet,
It's funny how nobody around me can see,
That I'm drowning in all of this pain.

And the worst of it all;
Is not being able to breathe alongside with them.
To instead die this slow and painful death,
That robs me each and every day.

You see Dear Reader,
This is what this mental illness does.
It can strip the vitality right out of you.
The oppression of it can be so literal that,
It can actually take your breath away.