sit in the corner of your bed,
pressed against the wall.
look up to the ceiling,
that somehow has stains.
feel the tears,
the tears standing upon the edge of your eye.
the ones that refuse to fall,
that refuse to let you break down and release all your pent up numbness.
don't cry,
just sit there,
feel absolutely nothing,
but feel absolutely fucking bananas.
crazy in the head because you feel so little.
so little emotion.
feel so damn sick,
sick in your head,
sick to your stomach.
spiral down into complete chaos,
and lose yourself to the insanity
that crawls up your spine,
and eats your brain like its last meal.
sit in the corner of your bed,
pressed against the wall.
look up to the ceiling,
that somehow has stains.
feel the tears that will never be released.
go absolutely fucking bananas.

April 8th, 2019