i am happy (Creeping Suspicion)
You talk to me like I have never before felt pain.
As I am writing this, I just want to cut my wrists and feel the sting.
But I won't.
I am healthy now.
I am normal.
I am happy.
I have an apartment.
I go to school.
I have a boyfriend.
I am determined.
I work hard.
I am alone.
I am sad.
I have no money.
I am slipping into debt despite all of my best efforts.
I am different.
I am antisocial.
I am distant.
I don't trust anyone.
I am dead inside.
I am pretending.
I don’t want to pretend, I just have to.
I am sick of letting people down.
I am tired of being bad at being a human being.
I keep trying.
I keep quitting.
I keep coming in and out of consciousness.
I keep trying.
I keep thinking that I am trying.
I keep thinking that I can keep trying even after I have already quit.
I keep losing myself.
I keep letting my illnesses win.
I keep remembering that I am more than my illnesses.
I keep forgetting that it is worth my strength to fight them.
I keep remembering that I lost that fight a long time ago.
I keep forgetting that nothing really matters.
I keep forgetting that that perspective is toxic.
I keep forgetting that perspective is all in my mind and my reality is numb.
I keep forgetting that happiness exists.
I keep losing happiness.
I keep trying to find it.
I stop looking.
I stop caring.
I stop living.
I stop trying to die.
I stop wanting to die.
I stop seeing death as a nightmare.
I stop dreaming of death.
I stop searching for meaning.
I stop wanting things.
I stop stopping.
I let you think what you want to think.
I know you don't really care.
Neither do I.
The cosmos seem pretty.
I hope that’s where I go.
I hope my mind shuts up.
I hope the afterlife is nothing.
I hope that’s all I know.
Therapist oh, therapist.
Thank you, I am crazy.
I love what you have done with the place.
That place in my skull.
I hope your it makes you feel like you have a soul.
These drugs feel fine.
Just a little hazy.
That nothingness I wanted feels so close.
It is now with me always.
I guess I am not alone anymore.
Thank you for the emptiness.
I knew I could never be whole.
Don't mind my ruthlessness.
I guess it is better to have a hole in my heart,
Rather than a hole in my head.
For you, I mean, maybe for me in part,
But why care for someone who doesn't care for themself.
Now, now, Don't be so forlorn
Help yourself, while the body is still warm.
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