Breathing

I think I might survived through this. Despite the lack of sleep. Despite the lose of appetite. Despite the extra-tripping. I might just.
I am a sponge. And a sponge, does what it does best. It soaks all the pain. Heavier. But it still bounces. Here and there. Elastic. But it never breaks.
I am not a human. Human is fragile. Human breaks down. Human cuddles on it's bed and cries itself to sleep. Human builds up hopes just to have them crushed. Human plans for something that will never come true. Human hurts.
But if Human dies, people lament over it.
If Sponge's wearing thin, people tossed it into the bin.
And buy a new one.