11/23/2010. One of many
I hate this feeling that I have right now,
but I know it all too well.
My legs feel almost numb
and my chest feels heavy,
but I don’t know which is harder:
inhaling or exhaling.
My body is reluctant
either way, to move the air.
My head feels light
and I just want to crawl in bed,
but I know I won’t fall asleep.
I just don’t feel
like anything will make me better.
It isn’t like I’m up for that search
anyway; for what would make it better.
I’ll just slap on a smile like usual
and wait for the day
it ends.
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