Sep 2015
It's been a few weeks
since I felt whole, unbroken
The first time in so long
Now that joy feels stolen
I didn't know to know myself
the knife must cut so deep
I'd wish myself away into mock sleep
Now all that I can hear is the rushing out of my own blood
and the whispers blaming it on all that love
the love that drove me into hiding
since I felt whole, unbroken
The first time in so long
Now that joy feels stolen
I didn't know to know myself
the knife must cut so deep
I'd wish myself away into mock sleep
Now all that I can hear is the rushing out of my own blood
and the whispers blaming it on all that love
the love that drove me into hiding
I still have a decent life but I can't cope. It seems all my problems have been caused by my secret anxious heart that fears every little thing and tries to carry too many of the others. I thought I was chill. I thought I was achieving the laid back persona I had idolized for so long. Then I got sick again. This time it's Adrenal Fatigue Syndrome, Stage 3. I don't want to be a half invalid for 6 months.
