Nothing makes sense My brain can no longer
string logical thought
I don't miss it
The desperate feeling of trying to breathe The fist in my
throat not allowing a single breath pass it by Crying so
hard I can't feel my face Eyes. Cheeks. Nose. All numb As
fast as I try and catch the tears The larger the damn is that
breaks behind them
I don't miss it
The ache behind my eyes, in my brain My
entire body feels as if I have run a marathon
Everything aches
I don't miss it
The bone deep exhaustion that settles in when all is said and
done I'm tired I’m weak I've cried all energy out
I don't miss it
The only thing left being the insistent
need To sleep a thousand days And maybe
this time- never wake up
By Cheyenne Nebel