My head spins,
As I lie down.
I stare at the ceiling,
Feeling light,
Weightless.
And sick.
Gathering strength,
I lift myself from my bed,
And carry myself to the bathroom.
In the mirror,
I see a whale.
Despite so long of holding back desire and cravings,
What i see is still the same,
And it will never change.
Mar 22, 2018
Mar 22, 2018 at 7:10 PM UTC
My head spins,
As I lie down.
I stare at the ceiling,
Feeling light,
Weightless.
And sick.
Gathering strength,
I lift myself from my bed,
And carry myself to the bathroom.
In the mirror,
I see a whale.
Despite so long of holding back desire and cravings,
What i see is still the same,
And it will never change.
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