Poems for the Pained

A Sickness Of The Mind

Why, my dear, do you wish to write?
Why write when you have so much more to do.
Write only when the exhaustion kicks in,
Write only when your body can no longer stand.
Because exercising is all you need, my dear.
You will grow to love the fatigue.
Soon the hunger pangs will begin to feel like an old friend, tightly grasping your hand and leading you onwards.
The dizzy spells and fainting will act as motivation,
And the concern on your friends faces will make you feel powerful.
When they say you are unwell, my dear, simply deny it.
Fight off the concern with every fibre in your being.
Because how can a sickness make you feel so good?
Are you unwell for wanting happiness?
Unwell for wanting control?
They know nothing, my dear.
I will help you.
I am the only thing that can make your life right again, darling,
So let me help you.
Allow me to envelope your mind in an embrace that will last a lifetime,
Let me steal away your body so I can cut it down, and make it anew.
I will make all of the bad things go away, dear,
I promise.