It is delicate and fragile
It is exposed and vulnerable
I long for safety
I long for security
I want to know I can trust again
Can I?
My mind is weak...tired of being strong
My thoughts are poison
They are taking over my reason and sanity
The poison overwhelms me
I am helpless...a slave to their torment
The poison is killing me
Can I save myself?
My body, once so strong, is being destroyed
It is my body...I should be able to care for it!
I can barely get out of bed.
It hurts to walk
It feels like a chore to move.
I want to curl up and die.
My body is foreign to me
My body is not mine
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