I ran up to you,
I wanted to tell you
I loved you too
and I still do
but I guess 14th street
wasn't the same anymore.
They didn't seem to care
as I cried so hard,
I couldn't talk.
The needles
they've chained to my wrist
were the same ones
in my throat the day I saw you.
They laughed
as they dressed me in a white suit,
putting down a tray
just like how a waiter would serve us
in an italian restaurant.
I don't know why they're doing this.
I don't understand.
I don't fucking understand.
I don't deserve this.
YOU ARE READING
𝟏𝟒𝐭𝐡 𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐞𝐞𝐭 | 𝐒𝐁𝟏𝟗 𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐋𝐋 𝐱 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫
Short Story➳ COMPLETED | Anosognosia; a.) also called lack of insight b.) central in condition like schizophrenia or bipolar disorder
