a day in the life

Nothing changes You have accomplished nothing You are nothing Nothing. Thoughts settling deep inside me In the pit of my stomach I can throw them up again tomorrow But the words come back Nothing. Try to shift focus Ignore the painful pull Forget the words devouring your sanity A sharp sting at your wrists Quick relief Until the illness drowns you No escape. Can't breathe. Nothing.

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