Sunday, 10 March 2019

In pieces

I’m in pieces and I don’t want to be put back together again. It’s not worth the time, I don’t have the money I don’t have the body. 
My head is in the clouds and it’s about to rain. I feel the depth of the ground and I sink. Down I go. I used to do this on purpose, I used to strive for it now it’s just too easy. 
I’m failing uni because I can’t comprehend anything going on. I don’t know what’s going on and I’m ridden with sadness. I’m abandoned and cold. Just when I thought..... POOF! 
no surprise though always knew it was too good to be true. I lost my chance, just like I’ve lost my chance at life. Or did I get a get out of jail free card? Nope, and the dice will never double. I don’t have the luck let alone belief. 
I was trying so hard and I was getting there and now it’s pain and manipulation. I am nothing. I am a no one. I’m hallucinating and seeing shadows. I don’t know if I will make this year of uni I’m too plain stupid with all my UTIs confusing me putting my phone in the cupboard? 
I’m too sad for this. I don’t know .
I have to go my hallucinTions are getting worse 

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