Natural Cry

I had a breakdown and started to write somehow the pain twisted the words out right the aches in my back and the pain in my head bleed out on the paper or oozed instead

sticky and dry my lips sealed tight

my palms warm and moist

guide the pen as it writes

I feel drugged from my crying and it’s hard to describe how being so low can make you feel so high

A numb tingly feeling and a gloss over eyes

A slight hallucination of my own demise