Consumed
The floor is consuming me conspicuously,
While I'm staring at the ceiling ridiculously.
I can't move, no matter how hard I try,
Paralyzed, I feel; I can't deny.
I'm screaming and gasping and dying and crying,
Panting and trying. Yes, trying.
I try, I do, trust me, I'm trying.
I'm alive, but I'm dead.
Maybe it's all in my head.
It's contagious, like lead.
There's an uneasy, hollow pit in me
That won't let me be.
It's haunting me everywhere,
Ruining every smile I share.
It's getting so heavy to bear,
Insufferable, its silent shriek
Conveys the world as bleak.
There's no self;
Nothing matters.
You think I need help?
What's the point? Everything shatters.
My face is as blank as a canvas, crisp and pale.
Tears articulating art, flawed and frail.
I don't care, I don't care, I don't care.
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