I feel enslaved by my emotions. Stuck in some weird paradox,
I can’t seem to act myself as if stunted by the equinox.
As soon as summer came around, my sense of self started to slip
departing, disregarding how I’m supposed to live like this.
Therapy and meds, both are slow processes.
They help with the dire, but never the nuances.
I feel enslaved by emotions, bound from the core.
Nowhere but inwards, I’m chained to a carpeted floor.
Known for comfort and recollection of my childhood days,
Carpet only reminds me of my body’s binding chains.
I’m much too tired to continue writing now,
Please, I plead, please don’t let me drown.
Aug 1, 2020
Aug 1, 2020 at 10:40 PM UTC
I feel enslaved by my emotions. Stuck in some weird paradox,
I can’t seem to act myself as if stunted by the equinox.
As soon as summer came around, my sense of self started to slip
departing, disregarding how I’m supposed to live like this.
Therapy and meds, both are slow processes.
They help with the dire, but never the nuances.
I feel enslaved by emotions, bound from the core.
Nowhere but inwards, I’m chained to a carpeted floor.
Known for comfort and recollection of my childhood days,
Carpet only reminds me of my body’s binding chains.
I’m much too tired to continue writing now,
Please, I plead, please don’t let me drown.
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