I know I’m not breathing anymore
I know I’m not breathing anymore;
I know this because my lungs no longer process air, and my heart no longer beats the joy into what I’m doing.
My motivation is dying because the cancerous thoughts in my brain keeps poisoning the water i drink.
Sometimes i hope the poison is enough to kill me but i keep waking up every morning.
I keep waking up every morning because I still have things to do and I’m going to get them done in what years I left.