Rd2nowhere
Silly Tulip is a color.
- Jun 16, 2022
- 91
I am stuck on repeat. Wake up, eat, take pills, smile, pretend everything is great take more pills go to sleep.
I pray not to wake before falling to sleep. Every morning is a disappointment only to start the routine again. I am in a place where nothing is discussed no one really wants to know how I am truly feeling. I am always just fine. I always smile and say I am great. The voice in my head screams liar.
Everyday I go to my studio staring at a blank canvas wishing to paint again but I have no desire. I fumble a pencil across the table. My medication has caused tremors. I cannot draw a straight line. I cry.
I dreamed about satan last night. He had made me laugh in my dream. I woke wishing I knew what was so funny. Maybe the joke is I woke up.
Being a passenger is not my forte. I am hurting. I hate myself. I have nothing. I have no one. I have no hope. I am lost.
I pray not to wake before falling to sleep. Every morning is a disappointment only to start the routine again. I am in a place where nothing is discussed no one really wants to know how I am truly feeling. I am always just fine. I always smile and say I am great. The voice in my head screams liar.
Everyday I go to my studio staring at a blank canvas wishing to paint again but I have no desire. I fumble a pencil across the table. My medication has caused tremors. I cannot draw a straight line. I cry.
I dreamed about satan last night. He had made me laugh in my dream. I woke wishing I knew what was so funny. Maybe the joke is I woke up.
Being a passenger is not my forte. I am hurting. I hate myself. I have nothing. I have no one. I have no hope. I am lost.