The absence of oxygen

I am suffocating, it's like cling wrap, tightly around my face.
There's no simpler way to put it,
I cannot breathe.

We are all trying to figure out who we are in this world,
who our friends are,
where we fit in,
what type of person we want to become,
what we want to do with our life,
just where we fit on this earth.
And what makes us, us.


In life, you learn to read between the lines, you learn why things are different shades of grey and not just black and white.

You learn why some things work out, while others don't.

You learn that when love doesn't work out or when your heart feels like it's been put through a mincing machine; you'll survive.

That even though your chest hurts like crazy and you think it'll never go away, sometimes, it does; and it fades into a warm fuzzy memory. That the obstacles are there to see how you handle them. That even though crying doesn't solve anything, it sure as hell makes you feel better. You learn not to sweat the small stuff.

To differentiate between those who want to see you fall from those who will see you soar.