Adieu, I hear her whispering
A bitter sigh upon her lips
Her body’s ache is audible
Her pain shimmers before my eyes
Her face is blank with resistance… 104 more words
If I leave my bed, I’m responsible for filling my day with responsible things;
Cooking, cleaning, exercise, looking like someone not hurting inside, not wanting to hide in my shell of lost pride, but I have no choice, I can’t decide to just lay here as a husk of myself, pop a pill, the chemicals are on that shelf, fix the ones in your brain, after eons of pain that you haven’t been able to sift through on your own, it’s okay, pop that pill and feel less alone, take the edge off that sleeve where your exposed heart is shown, move your legs, one-by-one, make some coffee and sip it, slowly, so slowly while your mind does convincing that today is the day you won’t hide away, you’ll do normal things, pretend to feel the same, feel a sense of accomplishment that you defeated its waves, until it comes back tomorrow, repeats the cycle again.