I look at the page of my book, but I can’t focus.
My vision blurs.
The room is spinning.
Dizziness overtakes me; I feel nauseous.
There’s a ringing in my ears, in my head.
Your words play on repeat.
I must be coming down with something.
Hand to forehead- just to check.
These are my syndromes- this illness,
What is my diagnosis?
Maybe if I just focus on the words,
Not the meaning.
Just tell me once again,
I promise I can take it.
I’ll always remember:
*I can’t,
I’m done.*
Nov 14, 2013
Nov 14, 2013 at 6:06 PM UTC
I look at the page of my book, but I can’t focus.
My vision blurs.
The room is spinning.
Dizziness overtakes me; I feel nauseous.
There’s a ringing in my ears, in my head.
Your words play on repeat.
I must be coming down with something.
Hand to forehead- just to check.
These are my syndromes- this illness,
What is my diagnosis?
Maybe if I just focus on the words,
Not the meaning.
Just tell me once again,
I promise I can take it.
I’ll always remember:
*I can’t,
I’m done.*
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