I wanted to put it all on paper
when I realized that me wanting to be numb
came to life.
Be careful what you wish for.
A wilted plant, I only get enough water
to maintain this semblance of existence
but it’s never enough
to make me come alive and blossom.
Everything became a foreign concept.
My body is no longer my own.
I abandoned it, I am looking at it from above,
next to the ceiling,
I am looking at it going through the motions, hollow.
I can’t feel anything.
Nothing belongs to me.
I don’t exist.
I published a poetry book so if you’d like to get it, it’s called Rehab.
Check out my latest YT video:
Beautiful.
Be careful what you wish for 🙂