Musings on Life from a Dead Girl

Falling

I really should have noticed.

The way the clothes were starting to stack up.

The way I left my things out of place.

This always happens before I lose myself.

My room starts to mirror my mind.

Cluttered.

Messy.

I should know the signs by now.

Sleeping in.

Going to bed early.

No writing.

No eating.

No water.

No meds.

This is what I do when I am falling apart.

At first it's little things.

Forgetting to brush my teeth.

Skipping moisturizer.

Letting my dishes pile up.

Being tired.

I watch myself like I'm someone else.

I speak to myself like someone I'm trying to save.

And yet here I am yet again.

Falling off the cliff.