Breathe

Anxiety filled and depressed 
Growing up repressed 
The line was clear
Black and white
Without a rainbow in sight 
I was suppose to be a mirror
Breathe
I can't breathe 
Like a bag over my head 
I can't breathe

Thinking about my best
A cruel joke to reality 
When my best
Was my worst

Unable to feel love
Cause everything 
Is repressed 
Because everything was
Supposed to be blessed

I break every mirror of my past 
I walk among the shards 
Bleeding 
With my past
Cutting my feet

I am a reflection of broken mirrors 
1, 2 ,3
Breathe



Paul Omar Lervåg