some people have no regard for feelings.
&& it seems those same, no regard for sleep.
constantly clashing, this abyss
in my gut's full of rage
confusion: despair: depression
what have i done to be held in such low standing?
eyelids droop-but the beast cares not.
outside, the sky leaks like my eyes are wont to
but i refuse to give in.
maybe (disappearing) will do the trick?
so i turn off my phone
shut down my instant messenger
&& lock my bedroom door.
[maybe i'm just running away to see who'll follow]
if it's healing time i hope i get better
whisk this sadness away that consumes me
from my innermost thought to the gaps between my toes
or....
[maybe i'm disappearing to see who cares]
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