Make fun of me if you wish,
I am not going to attack
For am I already sick enough
Sick in the head
I don't compete my problems
Nor do I settle my bets with unpaid debts
I don't try to unearth the waves from the sea
For I understand they are apart of me
Don't smile and pretend it's all right
Please follow me into the night
Where I am the moon and you are the earth
And they are the sea below us
YOU ARE READING
esprit malade
Poetrya penny for my thoughts? trigger warning: depression, eating disorders, anxiety etc.
