2.12/22
I don't think I'm alive.
As I slow down, I sit and realize I may have an issue.
5 am is knocking on my mind like I am the one who's late.
Looking around at the half-asleep, drunk, and desolate people in the room.
Thought this was supposed to be a living room.
I walk up to my reflection and press the one-way white ticket to numbness to my breath and take it in.
The high gives more rays than sunset.
Of course, it's not joy but masked pain in the pink clothing of elation.
"Am I the liar or are you?" Asked the hanged mirror.
"Is it fun - never allowed to stay restrained? "
"The world lied to me. " I answered.
It's tolerable only because they have pills for this disease named life. - I thought.
"I'm okay - it's finally hitting," I added as I sat down on the chair by the window.
Life is putting on an Instagram filter and I look like I am smiling.
I lit the cigarette and let the malignancy have its way with my lungs.
Looking around once more my eyes stumble upon a carrier of the snow.
I just had my forgiving medicine but more might feel sharper.
Sickness has left me hollow, wondering what else can my body handle.
YOU ARE READING
The Sunflower diary
Poésie(..How to live with heartbreak) This book holds all my thoughts put into potentially good poetry. I'm hoping you'll like it and even empathize with it. Have a good read :)
