day in, day out
maybe god has erased every other person
maybe im the only one left, it surely feels that way.
may i please
have a friend again?
may i please
not feel like an apocalyptic soul?
may i please
feel belonged again?
may i- (you're asking too much)
to do:
write 1500 words of the essay
finish the bio chapter
put ink in all the blue pens
start working on your resume
find yourself (i don't have time)
drink 8 hours of water a day
someone, please help me
the loop strangles me, its firm grip ever-strong.
i can physically feel the chaos - wash over me like waves i didn't anticipate would be so strong.
everyone's been saying this year would be tough, and i need to be tougher, but how do i compete with bedrock and screws? how do i go head-to-head with diamond and expect it to break?
the doctor will look down in horror at my rotting brain, so full with words and texts that it simply could not keep up with the infestation.
and if you peel my exterior back. little by little a hole exposes itself - a hole of rushed assignments, sleepless nights, drained movements and blurry notes.
i dangle this poem, a raw hem - a cherry on top of my disarray,
i must work i must work i must not waste time (what is time - its 4am, my eyes drooped and bleary but i must get this work done, i must write this poem otherwise my feelings will have no where to go.)
help me, i need to find myself.
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