I can sugar coat things as much as I like, but nothing is as my mother taught it to be.
I fade away so easily, dissolved into the wall.
Beige paint.
My consciousness eaten away, my brain is raw and tired.
Lead feet.
It's almost like the day never ends, it's all one big loop.
One foot in front of the other.
My head feel so bad.
I feel sick, but not nauseous.
No headache.
I'm drowning inside my brain, it's become so melted from the sun I sit under at school.
My breathing quickens and I dissolve yet again, under the running water from the shower that hides the leaking from my eyes and I suffocate from the humidity, and my own self induced panic.
So lost in my delirium I speak gibberish.
My exhaustion reaches over everything like a weighted blanket.
This
Thing
Sickness.
I hope it kills me.
