How to live.
How to breathe.
How to exist.
These are the things I know.
To live:
You must let your heart beat for everyone.
Just don’t let it beat too much,
For you will have a heart attack and die.
Everyone knows dying isn’t living.
To breathe:
Inhale, exhale.
Not much more to it.
Except when you are so hurt with grief,
you physically can’t make yourself breathe.
Or,
When you are so overwhelmed with excitement,
you can’t take another breath,
All you can do is let out small bursts of squeals and jumps.
To exist:
This is the tough one,
For existing doesn’t come naturally.
Existing is what happens when the world has crushed your soul
by putting you through an event
An event you can never speak about to anyone,
You trap yourself in a box.
Never to live again,
Barely breathing,
Just existing.