Keep breathing

"Keep breathing."
I always forget that.
Everything weighs heavy,
like the crooked grocer
on the black market fiddle,
a finger on the scales of my life;
Everything weighs heavy.

Swings and roundabouts,
They all make me sick;
And still there is no way to get off.
And those high points,
When you're supposed to admire the view,
All I see is the precipitous plummet
To the inevitable low,
The end of the ride.

I always forget to keep breathing;
While others scream
With delightful terror,
I am slowly drowning.