maybe if i try hard enough, i can just… numb myself cold.
and i’ll try to breathe, but my lungs are made of stone.
and i’m just a body. so none of this matters, really.
and i can’t stop questioning. can’t stop thinking. and i would scream for help, but i don’t think anyone would hear me calling.
and i don’t know who i am exactly. but whatever it is, i can feel it slipping away. slowly.
and the screen light will swallow me.
and maybe if i tried hard enough, i could just step away. and it wouldn’t feel like this. like the panic was rising in my throat, and oh my god i’m not the one in control, and oh my god, oh my god, i think i’m letting go.
and oh my god, what’s happening to me? can someone please just explain me what’s happening to me? and tell me it’s going to be okay. hold me in your arms and tell me it’s just a bad day. tell me it’s gonna get better tomorrow so don’t worry about it sweetie–
because it’s been a long time since i’ve felt as alone as i do today.
This poem has been in the works for a long time, vaguely sitting there in the back of my Google Drive. Vaguely based off some stuff I’ve been feeling lately. I hope those who are reading this don’t relate to this poem, but if you do, just… know you’re not alone. I feel this way too, and even if I’ve never met you I can say that you deserve help. You deserve to get better. And even if no one else you know does right now, I and so many other people you haven’t met yet want you here and care about you. You’re not alone. You’re never alone. Even when it feels that way.