I am falling, falling through my bed.
My body is becoming heavier - or am I just imagining it?
How can I get heavier when I am lying on a hard mattress?
My brain is melting, and fragments are coming un-done.
It's seeping through the mattress,
And dripping onto the cold hard floor.
Heat zips through my toes and
The chunks I call thighs,
Sensations play hippity hop on my still form,
As loud music blasts into my eardrums.
I just want to disappear.
Don't call me crazy,
Tomorrow might be worse.
I won't wake up on time.
My sister will shout at me.
But I'll be stuck in my mind.
Too far, too deep to argue,
To explain that I stay for the dreams,
That take me away from the reality of the world.
After 11am, I'll drag myself up from my bed.
My brain and my body will struggle for dominance.
In the end, I really do want to disappear.
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Poetry~where I tell you many things~ It would be a lie if I say I don't feel many things. I feel alot. But I also do not feel anything most times. If I change my skin and become someone else, will you still understand me? Why don't I tell what I think? _ ...
