Doesn’t it amaze you? You know, the fact that you’re still here. The Â weight of not only your world but the worlds of countless others pressing down on your lungs like you’re miles below water. You ignore the fact that you have to switch blades or whatever you use because they’ve grown dull. Find other places to cut because reopening wounds depresses you more than it’s supposed to be helping. You breathe knowing full well that the breath before was supposed to be the last breath. Why are you still here? What are you waiting on?