3:03 a.m.
some days I am her but on other days i watch her from a distance doing the things i forget to do
she swings her legs over the bed, a body heavy with worries and a chest full of nothing
one pill she takes then swallows the next
good
i can see how tangled her curls have gotten but she doesn't reach for the comb
she doesn't even look in the mirror not even when brushing her teeth
again?
she—i don't look at myself
not even after the breakfast i didn't have
"Take with a meal."
the third pill bottle has been sealed for days
you fucking idiot.
i argue with everyone but myself
bitch.
so self aware but so useless
masochist or just dumb?
but i've started anew more times than I can count, sure but i'll get it down; i'll take care of myself
i have been playing this simulator as per the instructions given for a while now
.s
YOU ARE READING
it's 5 a.m. now
Poesíaa taste of everything that has made life a little more bitter and on rare occasions; a little sweeter | just an informal way to get thoughts out, i guess
