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Get the fuck out of my head.
I know you just want me dead.
I just want to feel okay,
Even though I'll probably never see that day.
I never get a goddamn break.
It's hard to even stay awake.
I'm always so damn tired
And my body always feels like it's on fire.
Biweekly, I see a dietician
And she's concerned of possible malnutrition.
There's so much going on all the fucking time.
This whole thing is a losing uphill climb.
WHY WON'T YOU LEAVE ME THE FUCK ALONE?!
About the Creator
Rene Peters
I write what I know, usually in the form of poetry. I tend to lean towards mental health, epilepsy, and loss/grieving.
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