It’s always there.

It happens in places you would think it wouldn’t happen.

In the hallways,

It’s there.

My room,

It’s there.

It’s always there.

Never goes away.

It doesn’t care who you’re with or what you’re doing.

It creeps up on you like an animal hunting its prey.

All I can do is

B

R

E

A

T

H

E

Breathe and wait for time to pass.

It feels like I’m dying with every breath I take.

But maybe it’ll go away…

or maybe it’ll stay.