Everything I thought makes life beautiful Makes the grass greener the sky bluer Makes the darkness recede for a while Until Everything crashes down And makes shadows crawl Makes whispers call your names with Dead eyes in the mirror Then You go back Too sad to function Too tired to speak Too hungry too weak Then everything shines again And you wake up to the lights Sunlight Shaking and happy and incoherent Oblivious of your demise The hold it’s got on your soul It’s everything Tragedy and despair You can’t speak from loss You cry And go find everything exactly where it was And escape through frames Trying to find a distorted illusion of What once was Less than yesterday Five days ago Everything in pieces nothing consuming you Run two steps ahead of the pain Inducing the chemical confusion The twitches the bones protruding The stutter the asthma the all Over Pain. Everything is okay This pain has broken through my wall of glass Awake unblinking Hurt sinking Lost alone thinking I’m alone Losing everything Ruined Falling to pieces Pieces getting crushed into dust And going to my sinuses I am nothing. Broken. Cold. Dying. I am addiction. I am An escapist, a *******, a mass linguist, pacifist and anarchist nihilist and pessimist A walking contradiction Full of contrition Contraband addiction When I die Don’t let them all know I Left my mind on a frame Or a card Too much shame. But this is too hard. I lost my everything when I met everything that makes me lost.
This was written after five days without sleep, without food, and in the midst of the worst depression ever felt. I found it this evening, I had forgotten I wrote it, three weeks ago, to the day.