I spent an hour on the floor
my eyes more doughnut than body
pointed to the light on the ceiling
it blurred in and out
mostly out
my senses shut down
I couldn't taste my unsteady breath
or feel my nails dig into my ribs
or hear any of the times they called me
I finally was pulled back in
to a terrifying reality
they lifted me off my back
but I stayed on the floor a bit
I hope they didn't see the
salt roll down my cheeks
I wiped it quickly
the only sign of
my craving for nonexistence
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Brain Dump
PoetryIf I write a poem, it goes here. A collection of thoughts, dreams, fears, and whatever else I see in my brain. TW: mentions of sexual assault, suicide, depression, anxiety, self harm
