What Words Speak to You

walls of despair

i've started sitting in my room for more hours than i can count

skipping meals just because i'm too tired to bring myself to walk to the kitchen

standing in the shower letting the water stream down my face wishing it was tears because it's almost like i can't produce them anymore

my clothes are all in a pile and my room is mess

just because i'm not willing to confess

confess to my lack of motivation

confess to my anxiousness

confess to my sudden thoughts of what would
happen if i just stopped talking to everyone i love

im too broken for someone else to fix

i just have to find it in me to fix me myself

s. g.

title creds to eratatouille cause she's a smart one. also go read her poetry or we aren't friends