The ditch you created for me is too deep
I am at the part where I get too anxious to
wake up
get out of bed
even brush my teeth
Is this a phase?
Or is it the end?
You are apart of me
I manage to get up anyways
But just Barely..
No one can spot you inside me
Please don’t creep out
You are apart of me
Your despairing blue skin creeps up on me
Your hair is different
though i can still tell it is you
Yet you still have the same red smile from ear to ear on your face
Am I a joke to you?
You are apart of me
You exhaust me
I follow your rules
Craving the rush of serotonin to feel alive
Craving the feeling of living a normal life
Craving my prolonged get away
You are apart of me
Instead
I get numbness
I get your tight ropes clawing away at my neck.
Conveying your every attempt to escape and show the real you
Or us?
You are apart of me
I get your uncomfortable pressure on my chest
I get your tears filling my lungs
I get your blue skin
I get your sense of touch
I get you.
you are me.
By Naomi Wilson