I’ve felt it stir inside.
Not every day, but it’s there.
Ominously growing
And eating my insides.
It’s something deep,
Like water, it causes ripples
And lets me drown
In it, too.
It's gripping me. At times,
I wake up at 3 in the morning,
Drenched in sweat
Wondering what it is.
And a part of me, which
Is immersed in sadness, slowly
Whispers back,
“It’s no one but
*Me
Me
Me*”
Dec 16, 2016
Dec 16, 2016 at 3:49 AM UTC
I’ve felt it stir inside.
Not every day, but it’s there.
Ominously growing
And eating my insides.
It’s something deep,
Like water, it causes ripples
And lets me drown
In it, too.
It's gripping me. At times,
I wake up at 3 in the morning,
Drenched in sweat
Wondering what it is.
And a part of me, which
Is immersed in sadness, slowly
Whispers back,
“It’s no one but
*Me
Me
Me*”
