I wake up to the crisp morning breeze whisking in through my window
Through my sheer curtains,
It races to reach my pale skin
Like kisses from an angel,
I feel the cold yet comforting breeze surround
My frail body
Oh, how I miss the open air
Will I ever escape?
Will I ever be let out of this hell?
I'm tired of choking on my tears.
Choking on guilt.
For not trying sooner
This feeling of sorrow surrounds me,
Every time I feel the frigid air.
Why didn't I get help sooner?
Before I felt like this.
Before it was too late.
Now I'm afraid.
The last true breeze
Will be my final breath,
Leaving
My frail body behind.
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