I woke up at 7 o'clock am, waiting for my alarm to tick over, waiting for my heart to stop beating or at least for the sound to fade.
I woke up at 7 o'clock pm, waiting for my alarm to tick over, waiting for my heart to stop beating or at least for the sound to fade.
I can't see what I am anymore. Every step i take down the hall, every long long step I have taken feels like I am viewing, feels like i am looking out on: What i'm forced to see, not what is real. What I'm forced to be. All the walls were grey like the sea I drowned in. I drowned a long time ago.
Am I in my home Or am I dying in the exact place I never thought I'd be? Am I maybe somewhere else? Am I anywhere at all?
The world is nothing. The world is everything to me. And I'm gonna disappear sometime, so i'll drink some drink some more vodka, I'll share a beer with myself, but we'll never kiss because I'm scared and I'm nervous that this is just treatment and the walls and my bed and the shower are just a psychosis. The air tastes insipid. Another night, another drink Another night I drink alone the liquor kills the pain or numbs it at least Intruder Alert! Intruder Alert! Another loved one's died, is the blood on my hands? Is the blood on my hands? All that I feel is the shaking and all that I feel has been taken Shaking, shaking, suffocating, shaking Breathe in, breathe out, cigarette, cigarette, i feel a little bit better now Wait I don't want to die in this place that's barely a house, barely even a structure (I am beautiful. I am not a monster. I am not anxiety. I am not anxiety. I'm not going to hurt anybody)
Am I in my home Or am I dying in the exact place I never thought I'd be? Am I maybe somewhere else? Am I anywhere at all?