Breathing in
This so called air
Living
Is something I can't bare
Repeating routines
Life is unfair
Viewing the obscene
That can't be repaired

Having to conform in order to survive
As it becomes painful to stay alive
Losing the will to continue to strive
Hoping that my end will soon arrive

The air in my lungs feels more like smog
Just weighing me down
A thick black smoke that sticks to my lungs once inhaled
Until I am no more
Each breath makes this day come closer
One day I know it'll choke me...