In that dark room, I crept into solitude.
I picked up that filthy plastic bag, God knew what sort of junk was in it.
I breathed so hard, my lungs went weak. I knew th harder I inhaled, th pain would fade. I took one deep breath,and somehow th vision of you standing by th doorway became a blur. I needed you to hear me out, hear my heart scream, hear my cries. But I got too consumed in sniffing. It ran through my body, slowly defeating my every senses. I felt so numb and so cold. But th emotions inside me were still so warm.

"Breathe baby breathe, you gotta keep living" that's what they all say.
This puzzles me. For how long? - I'd say.