an ode to the hopeless, these are for you

i don't understand why you did that to me

"if you're still breathing, you're the lucky ones."

not quite.
with every inhale my ribs poke into my lungs
and with every exhale it leaves my chest more empty than the last.
and when i cry so hard i need to throw up,
the hyperventilation has me feel as though my chest is nothing more than a void.
but really,
how foolish of me to continue to breathe at all.
if breathing causes me this much pain,
mentally,
emotionally,
and physically,
think of how much pain i'm in just by merely existing.
we've been quite honest to each other for a while,
so i say to you this;
i won't be able to get the semi colon tattoo.