bandage

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i eat my feelings but i still feel hollow
the taste of nothing sits on my tongue

i drink my hopes and dreams but the cut remains empty
the dehydration hits me like a truck

i blink my eyes but tears still fall
i try to breathe but it hurts my chest like an injury,
an injury to my soul,
causing me to bleed a monochromatic rainbow

i try to succeed, but i fail
the anxiety gets to me like i'm standing on the edge of a cliff
i try to be better, but i can't

no matter what, people will hate me for existing
my positive thoughts are succumbing to the negative ones.

i need a bandage for my shattered heart
i need a bandage for my depraved soul









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