Dots, lines, symbols.
Everything is out of focus.
My mind can’t think straight,
My hands feel hot when they move,
My eyes blur with every tear.

I can’t focus.
I lose focus.

I try to think of the bright side-
The right side,
The side you hadn’t left.

I know what’s in my way
But I feel helpless.
I’ve tried coming up with solutions
But I know it’s never enough.
Sometimes I feel like I’ll never be enough.

Focus.
You have to focus.
Even if you can’t see what lies ahead,
Focus, or you’ll believe, “I’m better off dead.”