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sick
the truth is
i’m sick.
runny nose, watery eyes,
sleepless nights, clouded thoughts
hopeless days
zero energy.
i want to give up
but somehow
i wake up every day
and let it pass by like the last
wondering
when will things be different?
when will things get better?
i’m there for everyone
but i don’t want anyone to
be here for me.
because…
just because.
so i pop a pill to drown the pain
to ignore the loneliness.
but the pain always resurfaces.
the pain always comes back.
and it reverberates through my spine
leaving me limp
lifeless
souless.
and thoughtlessly
staring blankly in a dark room.
but.
there’s no runny nose, no tears,
no thoughts.
this has become my peace.
my comfort.
my cure.
i’m sick.
runny nose, watery eyes,
sleepless nights, clouded thoughts
hopeless days
zero energy.
i want to give up
but somehow
i wake up every day
and let it pass by like the last
wondering
when will things be different?
when will things get better?
i’m there for everyone
but i don’t want anyone to
be here for me.
because…
just because.
so i pop a pill to drown the pain
to ignore the loneliness.
but the pain always resurfaces.
the pain always comes back.
and it reverberates through my spine
leaving me limp
lifeless
souless.
and thoughtlessly
staring blankly in a dark room.
but.
there’s no runny nose, no tears,
no thoughts.
this has become my peace.
my comfort.
my cure.
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