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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