The wind blows trough your hair..
The air is too heavy to breathe.
But you still breathe..
You still think.
And you still feel emotions..
You feel the tears rolling down your cheecks wondering: How did i ever came here.
But you know you have friends.
You know you have family.
And you start to cry even more,
Alone..
But You're not..
You have the feeling of soffacating while staring at the cold, dark, blue sky..
And you cry, but You're happy.
You wonder: Why?
Why do i feel like such a failure to myself?
But the others around you love you, more then you would ever imagine.
The heavy air starts to get heavy, too heavy.
You fall on the cold ground with your eyes open as you feel You're getting weak and wet because of your tears.
You die.
But you knew, You're loved.