Dying

The air around me ,

Is a bit depressing.

Now I can’t breathe.

Hoping to live,

Throughout the day.

But I don’t know ,

Why I can’t live upto that.

The soul inside me,

Is ready to die.

It attempts to die,

In many ways.

But the thoughts on the top,

Won’t let it go.

Now I can’t live upto that.