snot on my sleeve

blue

i am tired again

& the rain against my window

reminds me of who i am,

where i am

everything feels 

too cold, too warm, too empty

& then i hear their voices

i know they're worried about me

about my withdrawal

my tears

my mind, 

my mind, the scary, complex, hazy, 

disease of my mind,

& even i cannot 

save

myself from the thoughts & dreams

am i pushing them away?

or is it the virus

the murderer 

the disease

pushing them away?

am i really me

or has it taken so much,

flowed over me,

swallowed me whole, 

that i am just

a shell? empty? 

am i a body? a mind?

i know they're worried about me,

& i'm worried about me too.

Reviews

[The Unknown Sith]

I like this it was a good read to a long day. Niice.