It seems like such a waste that I was put here to struggle
And suffer
Meeting the daylight has become harder
In my dreams, even if it’s just me a thousand times, I talk to people
I have friends and people who are interested in me
Even if in my dreams I now have these moments where I panic because I don’t have my walker
Reality slipping in
Even if the dreams are unsettling
There’s still someone to talk to
And in my dreams I have plans and I go out and I do things
My dream city has better shops than the real one
And as my heart seeks Japan
I am there in my dreams and it’s just how it is
Even if I have to live with the old man and woman
Even if usually one of them dies
It’s better than waking up here
I am here
Where I’ll always be
Until someone comes to get me
Dreaming of someone to come and rescue me from this endless solitude
On the bright side I have toilet paper again
Think positive, right?
Going without things is required of me by my wonderful government who can do no wrong
Positive
It feels like they’re laughing at me when they say it
Like my hours of solitary confinement didn’t happen
Like I’m making it all up and being ridiculous
Pointing at me and telling me I’m missing some great happiness that is in my life
Like I’m blind to it
Even though I’ve been desperately searching for something to make my life worth living
Even though the last time I was going to kill myself I brought three lives into mine to force me to stay
Like I haven’t tried hard enough to stay
This is a dark place
Where I am right now
I feel like the people who would miss me only would miss me if I was gone
No one’s coming in a rush to be by my side when the darkness creeps in and the sadness is all I taste
And it doesn’t matter what I feel
There is no support running to my side
I guess I have a walker now
Maybe I just need to figure out how to buy one for my soul
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