I don't know what it's called
But it's been there for years

I can't tell what it truly is

But it's closing the door,
It's stumbling over to the bed,
Merely glimpsing out the window at the street,
Feeling like a literal log,
Then covering yourself with the sheets

And finding yourself unable to breath

Try
Try
And try again
The breath can't compose

Stand up, don't be a weak bitch,
C'mon,
Stand up and suck it in

Remember that crying makes you weak, it's useless

1
2
3
Sigh, breathe
1
2
3
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Tap on your leg to try console your senses
Feel your eyes stare at the floor for distraction
One, two, three- take a deep breath...