Breath

I'm so tired. I wake up every day wishing I didn't but I get up anyway and take on the day even though it feels hopeless. I plaster a smile to my face and just go through the motions just hoping and praying that someone will see through my facade. That someone will notice that I am drowning. I am barely keeping my head above the water and with every wave every ripple the water comes up over my head and I stay under a little bit longer each time. It's like I'm in a competition to see who can hold their breath the longest. But I don't want to hold my breath anymore. I want to breathe without the weight without the panic that I might not resurface this time.