The Musings of a Teenage Something

Let Go of my Lungs: Poem

Let me tell you what it's like for a friend to die:
The first twenty-four hours are the worst.
The first second is only better because it's so short lasting.
But within that first second
Everything changes.
You can't breathe for the life--
You can't breathe to save your life--
You can't breathe even if their life depended--

I'm sorry.

You can't breathe, and when you do it feels like someone is squeezing your lungs so tight,
So tight it hurts.
Oh it hurts.
But you manage to keep breathing.
Keep breathing because they might be gone but you've got to keep going.

You go throughout your day, trying to distract yourself with busy work. But you leave early, because you feel sick like you're going to throw up at any second
And that person holding onto your lungs just wont. Loosen. Their deadly grip.
You eat--you try to eat. But you're just going through the motions.
Chew, chew, swallow. Chew, chew, swallow.
Sip, sip, gulp.
Chew, chew, swallow.
Once you've eaten all you can bear--
Which is hardly anything at all--
You go back home where you're stuck alone with your thoughts.
And right now your thoughts are your worstenemy.
No matter what you think about, they string everything back to They-Who-Shall-Not-Be-Named.
You want to scream.
You do scream.
AHHRRGGGHHH.
Deep breaths, now, you've got this. More deep breaths.
There you go.

Then something weird happens.
That man, holding onto your lungs ever so tightly,
Let's go a little,
Just enough for you to feel better.
You're not perfect. You still cry. You still can't eat, and struggle to breathe.
But you're getting there.
It'll just take some time.
Time and healing.
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Authors Note: this was written about my friends "death". To find out more, read #TrueStory (Bro) also by me.