Written roughly September 2014
My heart feels wrong and my eye lids are heavy.
My gut is in a knot and my skin is too hot.
I’m tired of being sick all the time. Literally: all of the time.
I’m reminded every time I eat.
I’m reminded every time I take my pills.
I’m alone in my head; I’m alone with the shadows and almost there sounds.
I’m going to stay alone because despite my laid back, low maintenance attitude and interactions, my body is high maintenance as well as my unbalanced mind.
You’re right to keep me arms length away..
by Terrah Short