THIS. THIS. THIS. I want to plaster this on my face.
Low and low, I sink
lo and behold, I crumble.
i can’t see myself old, i just see myself disappearing across the years.
I dine alone and I have no cutlery
to hold my appetite
as I attack this platter of death and misery
with my bare hands
and leave no crumbs.
Three days of no meds and sleepiness and full stomach. I wonder how it would be when I start taking my meds again from tomorrow.
i'm so sensitive that sometimes my brain makes my emotions go numb as a self-defense mechanism
my mind often contradicts the heart
it says, no more.
today, the heart begs,
I will live for the both of us.
I'm tired of this ritual
again I write with disdain,
my heart is heavy with sorrow
perpetually drowning in pain.