I wrote this a week ago ...
I need to write,
An essay
I need to write,
A report
But why,
My fingers drawn to paper
Chills inside my spine
Tears hiding in my eyes
I can not think
I can not handle
Basic conversation
But so many people,
Need me to succeed,
To work,
To be “better”
Be good
Be back to normal
But when your whole world
Flipped upside down
Ripped from your soul
And slashed in half
It easy to pretend,
To put up a charade,
But to let go and write
About something that means nothing
Impossible.
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