METANOIA; poetry.

twenty seven

Do you know when it happens?

It happens when

you are more than exhausted;

when you can't get out of bed;

when you can't write anymore

because all you can write about

is the same feeling

but with different words;

when you run out of tears

and there's nothing that

reminds you that you are alive;

when you don't even

look at yourself in the mirror

because you're too ashamed

to see your own face;

when all you can think of

are ways to end up

your lungs from working

and your heart from pumping;

when not even music

can get you out of

your angsty state;

when living is more like suffering

than enjoying;

when opening your eyes

every single morning

physically hurts.

Do you know when it happens?

When you realise

that you don't want

to be like

that.