5 days and no medication

Can't be retrieved

Everything is too loud, I can't think

I don't want to speak

Nor brush elbows with a stranger on the street

Obsessive thoughts are my downfall

I don't want to show you

That I feel so weak

That I cry from the gut

that I'm stalked by sleep 

All these, vile pathetic cliches

That feel so raw

Because I'm in a dark room 

With no way out