stomachache

A gooey wall

is blocking my brain.

I feel as if I'm fading slowly.

It spans through my mind,

protecting my sense of reality from myself. 


I try to reach for it,

but when I push it's as though it becomes farther away.

I'm shaking from concentration,

lightheaded with exhaustion. 


I had a good day

nothing went wrong

it was normal

I think.


I had fun.

I did everything I should.

but why am I punishing myself then?

Why is my stomach hurting,

why is the anxiety so unbearable? 


I'm getting better,

I truly am.


I guess this is just part of it.

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