like, you know that feeling when your
skin literally feels too heavy
for your bones
for your dreams
your mind feels too heavy
to ever live up its hopes
and you spend half your time
resisting the urge
for suicide
and the other half
struggling with the guilt
of
possibly
thinking
such
horrific
things
you know that feeling when your
stomach resists every possible
pill
liquor
emotion
when time is accelerating; yet
you're still stuck in slow motion
im confused
by this, by God, by myself, by
you words, voices, earth, sunshine,
night, days no point in continuing
its all a
world you're just pushed into when they
say your of age
and you never find yourself
You disappear more everyday.