Untitled. Because I said so.

I have him
and I'm losing
everything else.

It's getting worse
and I
feel
I've sunk
sunk
sunk

So fucking
low

I don't
want to be
anymore.

He
brought back
a corpse
with a shred of
hope

but I've already
rotted

and no amount of
his breath in my
lungs
can stir
in me

true
resurrection.

Because it takes
HOURS
to wake me up

and days to
Calm my tears

I'm sick.

I'm
fucking
losing it.