When is it enough?
When your wound bleeds
for a week or you pass out
at the airport
or at the theater
& the paramedics are called
or when you have to drink
liquid charcoal
puking up your overdose
all night or when you
have to make yourself
throw up all the pills
at home
When is it ever enough?
When you have chest pains
for hours
or almost fall asleep
at the wheel everyday
or you stay up over 24 hours
m a ni c
or when you lose over
3o pounds in two months
or is it when the hospital
& treatment centers
become a second home?
When will it ever be fucking enough?
It won't.
So pick up the pieces
of your shame
because as long as
you're falling apart
you're never going to fall
in love with anyone other
than the destructive chaos
that is your chronic illness.