Nighty Night

Murk

I don't know where to begin
I've called help hotlines for weeks but all I've gotten is benzos and Antipysch increases now. Chill out. Stop panicking. Take a nap. They want me to survive each night, I dread having to wake up again knowing in the long term this game against whatevers wrong with my head is a losing battle and I just cant work out how to be happy any more. I remember nothing of my days with the newest medications and my limbs don't feel good after them, Restless leg they called it; More like bubble wrap inside your bones.

I want to get better
but all I can do
Is work out how to breathe air softly
Or it drowns my lungs like water

I used to draw a lot. I'll try post some here.

My cat died today. Almost 20. Trooper of a girl. I named her Tinkerbell. Her eyes were brilliant and green like grass.

Sorry about my mistakes. I'm not the best writer but I want to be poetic a bit. I used to do creative writing constantly. I was honestly ok. People liked it but it was very cringe.

I wonder if I screamed loud enough if any other planet in spacre would hear me?

I'm pledging to find a hobby and do better. I dont want my,mum to watch me go more stir crazy. I don't want the attention and hospital trips.

I need too sleep now, but I'll try write a pretty story or poem tomorrow.

Nighty Night,

Daniel Park.