Sometimes i find myself too sad
I have to force my lungs to inhale the stale air of my dark, lonely, humid bedroom.
I have to make myself walk to the
bathroom and you know.
I have to force my limbs to turn the shower faucet on and take my clothes off so i can bathe.
I have to remind myself often that this shell i exist in needs food & water.
Some days i find it hard that i just cant. I couldnt. I become so tired even sleep couldnt suffice my exhaustion.
On those days my skin becomes a texture of plastic and i begin to pick at myself.
You'll often find me jumping with angst.
I'm just waiting for the pills chased by a bottle of ***** to kick in.
This time--