i feel like a feather made of lead
heavy
so heavy
but only in the head
because my chest feels paper thin
as though every breeze pushes me down
because i feel as though i am gliding through this world
as though i am not apart of it
because i wish i wasn't
i wish i could just disconnect
for just a second
or two
(or more)
i wish i could just exist
because right now i feel as though i'm drowning
as though every troublesome thought that fills my head is pulling me under
further and further
beneath the waves
further and further
from the sun rays
closer and closer
to disconnecting