Dear Brain,

 

Fuck off.
Now is not the time
for this self-absorbed whining
this face in the pillow languishing
these screams into the void.

There are cats to be herded
expectations to be met
rocks to be pushed up mountains
chess pieces to be moved
people to not let down

And none of that can be accomplished
from this sticky puddle of tears
and self loathing

So kindly, fuck off
with your ruminations
and sobbing bullshit
I don't want to hear
about your chemistry
your fogginess
your existential dread
and all the things you're not wired for

Just fuck off with all your emotions
Save the breakdown
for a more convenient time
I've got shit to do

So fuck you
and your search for wellness
We both know
that's a lost fucking cause
and a waste of time
Let's just get on with
not falling off this fucking cliff
into a pit of failure

Fuck you, Brain.
Shut the fuck up, Feelings.
Wait your fucking turn and
get the fuck out of my way.

Fuck.