Paint me in new colors. I am tired
of my usual half-attempts
at dragging this out. Why
do my hands feel so heavy?
Lead numbness dragging
hours into days
I try to scraps off my old moldings but I'm
stuck in this feedback loop of
what will break me slowly because
I want to be here, but
at the same time I don't.
Ambivalence
kills. It seeds itself
under my skin and I can't
tear it out.
Ambivalence
will be the death of me.
May 10, 2018
May 10, 2018 at 11:34 PM UTC
Paint me in new colors. I am tired
of my usual half-attempts
at dragging this out. Why
do my hands feel so heavy?
Lead numbness dragging
hours into days
I try to scraps off my old moldings but I'm
stuck in this feedback loop of
what will break me slowly because
I want to be here, but
at the same time I don't.
Ambivalence
kills. It seeds itself
under my skin and I can't
tear it out.
Ambivalence
will be the death of me.