Breathe

My body is a prison.
My mind is too different.
I live like dead arisen.
Unable to breathe.

This life is a jail.
One in which I dwell.
I feel trapped in hell.
Unable to breathe.

The last of my race.
I'm feeling out of place.
Surrounded by space.
Unable to breathe.

How can I live free?
I don't know how to be.
Trapped inside me.
Unable to breathe.

When will I win?
I fear that I'm broken.
Inside and deep within.
Unable to breathe.

But still I will fight.
Throughout each night.
When the sky turns bright.
I'll simply breathe

--Hannah R., Adult