Recovery

Things haven't been like this in a such long time.
Although I cry myself to sleep most nights.
My breathing seems to be slightly less heavier I suppose.
Or is that just an assumption? I don't really know.
I don't know if I'm growing stronger or weaker.
Or maybe I'm just moody, it isn't bothering me as much.
But I'll let it go. Just like I let everything else go.
Easy up, loosen everything, cold fresh air, through bloody lungs.
I'm messing up maybe a little, but no one has to find out right?
I will hide it like I've hidden everything else before.
No ones going to wonder, no ones going to know.
I sounded so psychotic right this instant. It scared me a little.
But as I was typing. No one knew anything. So it will stay as it is.
I'm slowly losing my mind now.
I'm going to leave and not look back.
I'll let the wind blow through my hair, and leave a cold breeze on my neck.
Once the sunsets, I will close my eyes.

x.