I forgot how to breathe.

We all get that feeling every now and then, when the world feels like its closing in on us, and everything that could go wrong has. I'm stuck. As hard as I try, I just keep getting pulled back into this hole of depression. I don't know if you can call it depression exactly. Its more like anger. It's this on going feeling of regret, and it's punishing me.

Slowly, my well orchestrated "body" has stopped working. I am the lungs. Some days I wish I wasn't. The lungs is a big responsibility to be given. The lungs have to communicate and get oxygen through to the rest of the body, but in order to do that they have to be able to tell the rest of the body if there having any problems. For the lungs that's a hard thing to do. The lungs don't always know where to begin.

Right now there having alot of problems, and because all these problems have been building up, its become to much for the lungs to handle. The lungs are collapsing. They realize that they need the rest of the body to support them and get them up and running again. They're just not sure if they can reach out.

Without the heart the lungs wouldn't be able to use their oxygen. Without the brain the lungs wouldn't know how to send the oxygen to the body. Without the bones there would be nothing holding the lungs in place. The lungs know all to well that they need the body more then anything, sometimes they just forget.

Sometimes it's easier to stop breathing, then to learn how to all over again.