i can already see my motivation for the week dissipating.
2 hours ago i felt amazing,
on top of the world.
depression is a fucking trip, lemme tell you.
straight up vibing one second, and then
low key hoping you dont wake up tomorrow the next.
even laughing and joking with my cousins as i'm laying here on the bear you gave me and the blanket we shared draped over me, not covering all of me cuz it's too small
i can almost see the next week,
my room will be a fucking mess and i will skip meals and probably forget to shower, and then mom will get mad and yell at me and hopefully set up another appointment with Craig
but mostly just sleeping the day away to forget.
yeah. like i said, trippy as fuck.
meanwhile, i bet you're moving on and doing fine.
i hope you are.
i wish it were that easy for me but of course i have issues and i'm completely fucked in the head so instead i'm still sitting here this late at night wanting to remove my stomach because i just cant tell if i'm physically ill or if i'm just anxious and depressed. it feels like a combination.
i'm going to sleep so that hopefully i don't throw up
YOU ARE READING
idk if i can call this poetry
Poetrybook 2 this started out as just writing down my thoughts. poems, quotes and other random stuff. thats what this was supposed to be. instead, it had become a diary. a journal, almost. this is long lost lovers. this is heartbreak. this is one s...
