11/23/16 – Breathe

Breathe.
It’s going to get worse.
Breathe.
You’re going to want to die again.
Breathe.
This too shall pass.

You see her smiling. Laughing. Happy.
And that’s what you remember.
That’s what you miss – but it was rare.
Remember?
Life got hard. You were both stressed.
Angry – so angry.

She called you pathetic, and she loved you.
She called you disgusting, and she kissed you.
She said you were childish, and she relied on you.

You forgot what that sweet voice sounded like,
because all she did was yell, and cry, and scream.

Maybe you deserved some of it.
Maybe you deserved all of it.
We were forcing mountains down a rabbit hole.
So breathe.

This too shall pass.