It is not about pulling your weight (not that there is much to pull anyway)

You flourish and then you falter and then you are throwing yourself to the shower floor
Always 
such a detrimental blinking of eyes (must be a terror to keep them closed)

Chirping and nuzzling does nothing to ease the swelling from my scalp

.
Finger tips graze my hair, lightning froze it to my skull.
I just hope you can see me.
My morpheus, put me to sleep,
My internal ricochet.