Day Dream 2

Continuing my little series

The beating of war drums in my head
Bedside demons gnawing at my flesh
Anxiety fueled dreams of things left unsaid
Toxic friendships with the shadows in my room

A depressive stranglehold around my mind
Octopus tentacles dragging me deeper into a rocky crevasse
Awakened before it can feed on my fragile mind and body
Sunlight seeping through my shades burning a hole in my eye


Water bottles and laundry scattered on the floor
No energy or willingness to clean
Black circles have become permanent make up
I don’t mind my reflection in the mirror
I do wish you would be here

Red eyes
Foggy mind
Oily hair
Unwashed clothing


…..I’m stuck in my own eternal self loathing