Hold on
It will get better
Today is bleak.
And I feel weak.
I’m tired, I feel like a flat tire.
This is not what I desire.
I want to set a fire and burn so bright.
Before my chest feels too tight.
Can fear kill?
I'm terrified to die.
My brain is fried, I don't remember anything really. Brain fog.
You feel me?
Can you see me ?
I’m still here, waiting for something to happen.
I want to smile again.
I feel manic from lack of sleep.
I cant count sheep.
Sleep apps
Meditation apps
Bed early
Nothing Helps.
Netflix and chill, and writing.
Usually my headphones drown out my racing thoughts while falling asleep.
During the day, they drown out my negative thoughts.
For the most part.
Music can heal sometimes.
Today I’ll put on my portable oxygen and go for a walk.
To drown my thoughts
I have to bundle up, it's cold today.
Today will get better.
-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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