i gasp for air, wanting to breathe.
taking in as much as i can.
and yet here i am, unable to give up but unable to breathe either.

suffocated.

loving it and hating it - at the same time.
can't live with it, can't live without it.

i think it's one of those things.

the air i've needed so much to live and wanted so much to breathe is sucking the life out of me.