To many, breathing is more trouble than it’s worth.

Don't come to me if you're going to joke about your stress with the phrase

God I'm totally just going to hang myself.

Don't come to me if you're going to joke about your mistakes with the words

I should just kill myself.

Clearly, you don't know the feeling of choking on too little air.

Clearly, you have no clue what tears taste like after they've been rolling past your parted lips and onto your parched tongue every night.

Clearly, you don't know the meaning of those words.

It's not funny.

It's not cute.

You'll get no sympathy from me.

Because let me be the first to tell you,

To many, those thoughts come with each breath.

And to many, the only way to stop those thoughts,

Is to stop the breath.