time heals nothing

On Monday I awake; eyes wide and heart shut. I will not let it get to me.

Tuesday fails to be amusing and I find myself thinking about what would people think if I just tore my skin apart.

On Wednesday I face anxiety. Forcing yourself to be happy is never a good idea. It’s almost weekend. It’s almost weekend.

Thursday is meant for tragedies and I don’t run away from that pain anymore. It still hurts.

Friday and I don’t know what to do with myself. It’s done I can finally relax, it’s done I’m gonna jump off a cliff.

Saturday and I eat strawberries.

Sunday but there’s no sun. I wonder how many more weeks there will be. I wonder if I will write a poem tomorrow.

I lied.

I let it get to me.