(This "almost poem" is brought to you in part by headaches and nausea. Warning: content may be difficult to make sense of.)
This is all so new to me.
Confused and Dazed and Numb
But my body is throbbing.
I know I'm not going to wake up
Yet I still remind myself.
Red stained sleeves
This is real
Food doesn't stay down
Sleep alludes me
Thoughts are frequent and dizzying
But I'm still here
