trapped in a tornado, spinning around
feels as though im being lifted off the ground
been sleeping all day, not making a sound
making sure that nobody is around
no desire to eat, food tastes so bland
falling deeper into the quicksand
motivation is low, slipping very fast
dont remember the time i felt motivated last
family tries to help, but its too hard to hear
its starting to get more severe
just want to get back my spark
because its torture being in the dark
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the reality of mental health
Poetry"you're a complicated person to love, and care for" "i know" i say "i deal with it every day" TW: sh, si, & mental illness. feel free to skip if you get triggered by these things #2 in poem collection (2.27.24) #1 in poem collection (4.12.24)
