I am. I am. I am.
There is no appeal in numbness

I haven’t cried in such a long time

and I know that sounds like a good thing,

but I feel my limbs getting heavier

and my eyes closing faster.

I don’t think anything is particularly wrong,

but for some reason,

my brain is a jumbled mess

and I can’t find the corner pieces

to start putting the puzzle back together. 

I just wish I could pinpoint 

what exactly is “wrong” right now. 

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There is beauty in the breakdown,

but I want my skyscraper back. 

9 months ago | 3 notes
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tagged as: poem. thoughts. personal. writing. sadness. melancholy. confused.

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