Life Outside My Window

The thing about breathing is sometimes it's hard
There's a bad ache in my chest that pulsates in my heart
But I am still breathing, and I'm still alive
If this flutter in my ribs quits, I think it wouldn't be so hard
To breath deeply and slowly and relax until I'm warm

I think I'm looking too hard
I miss what needs to be seen
Take a minute and start to breathe.

On my birthday it was snowing, blowing hard and streaking the sky white
I made an angel that sparkled, it glittered in dull light
But by morning it had vanished, covered completely overnight
I still knelt down beside it - maybe this represented me
How I fade into my surroundings and become invisible so no one sees.