Ribbons

You say, remember the happy times.

They’ve faded so much

They look like suffering.

I’m sweating under the weighted blanket;

It’s pushing the air out;

I’m drowning in its embrace.

Take a breath, you say,

But the air is sharp and cold;

It cuts me to pieces;

It draws blood from my veins.

Your needles prick,

Your pills stick in my throat.

I don’t bleed anymore.

You’ve drained me.

You say you love me no matter what,

But

I say, this is who I am

And you tell me I’m not.

Happiness passes through my fingers

Like water.

I’ll never be immersed,

Yet, I’m drowning?

You reach your hand out

To save me from myself,

But hands are claws.

I am ripped to ribbons.