Can't Breathe.

I swear there's something crushing my lungs.
I need to get out of this stage.
I hate this I hate this I hate this
And the funny thing is, I'm not entirely sure what "This" is.
Living ? Uhh that's not overdramatic or anything.
But I can't get over wondering why I survived through that.
Like what am I doing right ?
Nothing.
What am I doing here ?
Nothing.
Sooo. What's up yo.
Why is this so hard ?
Gotta fill up this empty hole.
Can't.
Dang.
Now what.