Another year over...
And I’m happy to leave it behind.
Despite the sweet sweet memories
I collected
I’ve found that rock bottom has a basement
where I still sit.

I feel dead inside
but that’s what this illness does
-it tears and it rips,
it convinces you that there is no hope left,
it leaves scars running up your wrists and thoughts,
it eats your heart alive
and spits out the chewed up pieces.

I’m all alone,
sitting on the concrete ground,
tears ready to spill my eyes.
I’m in between
feeling
nothing
and everything.