Find the stars.
What happened to me?
When did I change?
Why did change?
What happened to me.
Why can my thoughts be so dark?
What changed?
Pain
Weather
Life
Deaths
Changes in living situations, constantly.
Mental health issues.
Which I’m working on.
Everyday
Don't worry, I promise.
I’m learning and struggling with new news on my health issues.
I’m looking at data; research, coping, support groups.
Anything I can.
I want to see the stars again
Somewhere new.
Just somewhere new for a few months to avoid the cold
I know what my body needs.
Don’t worry, if i haven't had a serious talk with you about it.
I'm not leaving you behind,
I’m not leaving you out of this.
I have to hear my thoughts clearly and I can't in this city.
Somewhere you can miss me
Selfish I know..
See this is why I have to process everything I've been through
It won’t be long, during the times I’m gone.
No worries,
-ej
About the Creator
Erica Jordan
Tea is drug. I'm chronically ill. I cant do much except my art that helps my nerve pain and function. That's baking, painting , writing..... anything creative to use that outlet to express myself . Stay Wild Moon Child.
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