Nothing Wrong With Me
there’s nothing wrong with me. . .
i am staring at the tv screen,
i should be laughing- i am i guess
it’s a hollow giggle above something horrid beneath
you stomped to the kitchen
i rolled my eyes
drunk again, what’s new?
you threatened to swallow all the lithium pills
oh like i have not heard that one before
there’s nothing wrong with me, you baby
put that knife away
you’re not gonna do it
you know you’re not gonna. . .
you went out on the porch
i sunk into the comfortable chair
it’s so comfortable, it hurts
you’re moaning, i wanna die… i wanna die
i swallow my soda and sigh
You,
You think I’m cold,
You think I’m uncaring, selfish, indifferent,
You think I’m a monster, doing nothing
And in a way, maybe I am,
But that’s what you made of me
I’m done
I’m sick of the same ****
It’s what I am
Every drink you chug,
Ever pill you pop
Sinks me deeper into the comfy chair
I will suffocate, baby. . .
Whispering myself into screams:
There is Nothing wrong with me!
Copyright © Laura Breidenthal | Year Posted 2016
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