#justfuckingstop

I sit in panic

Will she kick

In?

I need to scream

I have to gleam

Something

Anything

Of me

Of you

Of them

Of us

Are we one?

Am I done?

Never you

I refuse

I'll just sit and panick

It's so sick

It won't stick

They can't tell

Just how unwell

I am

Am I?

Why?

How?

I sit in sorrow

I lost reality

I lost my ability

To tell

What's real?

I feel

I'm dying

I'm trying

To survive

To live

Do you all live?

No matter of his

He says to stay

I keep going

Nowhere

Even though I’ve begged, “Please, I’m not a morning person, I don’t want to have a conversation. I don’t want to listen. I don’t want to do. I just want to peacefully wake up at least two days a week.” And yet you just keep fucking going! You talk and talk and then you get sad (I know you are because I can see it on your face and hear it in your voice) that I’m not engaging. And I know you tell anyone who will listen how much of a burden you are to us all because we don’t want to sit and talk all fucking day.

Just fucking stop! Oh my god! I don’t care about the show you watched on the Ice epidemic. I don’t want to discuss the language of the drug culture or it’s prevelance in different parts of the state or why the fuck they don’t care about openly talking about buying it.

If you are not from the uk please stop giving your advice, saying we fucked up and how terrible things are going to be.

We know. We are aware. We are not happy. We don’t need the rest of you fear mongering for us about a country you know nothing about rn.