artificial vitality keeps us up
clock has no room no more
soiled skin
waxy hair
blue under eyes
piles of (text)books
unused showers
stained pair of jeans
prescriptions spurned
sheets unmade
cans on counters
silver sharps hidden
food is an afterthought
laughs are limited
motivation [error]
time [error]
sleep [error]
we are crying
we are shouting
hear us?
hitting the windows
waving our arms
see us?
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Author:
scotchtapeprincess (
Offline) - Published: October 7th, 2023 13:38
- Category: Sad
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