i always feel like im going to die
since that uni bender i went on
my parents told me not to get drunk on the first night so that i dont show myself up in front of my new housemates
i can’t remember if i did or not
since coming home
calcium has left my bones alone
and they turn to ash with each cigarette
my body is in ruins
but im lucky my mind is just snoozing
temporary coma
since coming back i’ve got older
since coming back i’ve grown colder
fonder of the ice in the freezer
that i chew on
and let dissolve to water down my throat
i’m boreder than i was before
looking for work with no motivation
and still processing my emotions
is a daily task i tackle
i’ve not become fond of the daily tasks
ignorant sister
small minded atmosphere
sudoko and crosswords
i eat up for dinner
cyclical weekdays
for dessert
i want to die
i want to live
i want to pause
but i need to fast foward.
since coming home i always feel like im going to die
my heartbeats irregular
my heart beats a cry
my parents told me to take my time
but if time is fabricated
then how long can i lie here
how long can i cry here
how long until i die here?
- Author: tyler wyatt (Pseudonym) ( Offline)
- Published: December 26th, 2020 13:18
- Category: Unclassified
- Views: 35
Comments1
Strange Good Read. Happy New Year.
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