Get up
Get up-
Why can’t I move?
I just need to get up-
Why can’t I get up?
My stomach’s churning-
Am I hungry or nauseous?
Either way I need to eat-
What do I want to eat?
Nothing, I’d just throw it all up and be empty again-
Empty, empty, empty, why do I feel empty?
Wait, did anyone text me?
Nope, my phone’s empty, too-
Where is everyone?
Check Life360-
What is everyone doing?
Why hasn’t anyone texted me?
Do they not like me anymore?
What if they’re tired of me?
What if they hate me?
All my friends hate me.
They won’t reach out because they don’t want to.
I should kill myself.
They wouldn’t notice.
They don’t miss my absence now.
They won’t miss my absence at all.
They wouldn’t care.
Who would really care?
I can’t keep doing this.
There is something wrong with me.
I want to kill myself.
I’m so tired. So tired, so tired, so tired,
And I don’t have the energy to keep going, keep going, keep going.
Keep living.
How am I supposed to keep living if I can’t even get up?
Get up.
Get up.
Get up.
I can’t get up.
Why can’t I get up?
How am I supposed to kill myself if I can’t even get up?
Get up.
Get up.
Get up.
Copyright © Gabby True | Year Posted 2024
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