Breathe me in,
fill your lungs with my presence.
I am pain.
I am anguish.
I am suffering.
I am grief.
I am misery.
I am agony.
I am everything that you hate
about this world,
and about yourself.
And I will ever so slowly kill you;
Filling your lungs with my toxic smoke.
Or drowning you in your own tears.
Or pushing you to cut too deep the next time.
Or luring your to the cliff, the noose, the pill bottle.
You cannot escape me forever.
Even those who have never known me will.
Eventually they will be striken down by me.
Some, on the other hand,
know me well.