My life,
The life I was living.
My life,
My allergic reaction.
My life and the life I was living,
Was my nuts, my poison, my venom.
I died just by living in it.
I'd choke, I'd cry and I'd finish.
I was done, I was my living venom.
A walking allergy,
A simple pet peev.
God,
I was my own green stuff.
I was my own weakness.
I was my very personal criptonite.
I wasn't allergic to myself.
I was allergic to my life.
They could have given me the drug that would save me...
But instead I'd be doped up with,
- psychosis
- anxiety
- and depression.
Lonely, tired, passive aggressive.
Allergic reactions to my allergy.
I was me.
(January 8, 2018)
