I miss writing
But just like breathing and eating
It’s a chore to accomplish and if I don’t
It’s a failure

I’m lying
I’m no longer obsesssive over sadness but when the neurons in my mind spark the wrong way I electrocuted into a nothing
A vegetable in a stunning garden with the rays of my person permeating onto my corpuscles and the violent silence
The lack of my mothers warmth is making me freeze
A block of purée a orange blob

Why do I continue to prescribe by being to nothing when the rays aim to elevate my status to heaven
Why do I self deprecate
I used to write so well and this poem is everywhere and no where and I’m being honest and I’m scrambling my mind is going to burst ahhhh
A label quick find it....
Anxious, scared ... defeat, nothing , fail , oblivioun
AHUT UP I’m tired
I want to sleep
I want to hold the rays hand his warm mum come here , don’t leave me
I’ve left me too
Find me
I’m here
Screaming for help
What am I suffering from
CAN ANY BODY HEAR MEE