I never knew that it was possible to feel this helpless. It is like trying to hold my breath, yet all life giving air escapes me. My lungs are filled with nothing, and all my feelings escape with the life leaving me.

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Breathless
It isn’t like I’m not trying to breathe

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The crowd is small
I like is this way
The faces are familiar
Their smiles I love

These are friends
I am amidst friends
But I am conscious of my laughter
It is distant and alone

I am alone
That what I feel
But really I am surrounded
By family, love
and maudlin

To call it pathos would be dramatic
Melo-de-dramatic
But isn’t it uncanny
To feel happiness and sadness
Tugging on the soul
And both tugs
Both pinches
Feel the same