24th September

My soul is salt, and life is waterMy friends are watching me dissolve. I am a lamb, and my mental state is leading me to slaughter I am waiting for the bolt to the brain I am waiting for the day I cross the road just a little too lateI am waiting for the day I wake up and I no longer feel this waySo when I tell you that trauma is a steep slide I cannot see the bottom of So when I tell you that anxiety has its arms winding around my every limb So when I tell you that panic coarses through my veins like my heart depends on itSo when I tell you that my healthy mental state is just a ghost that roams the empty corridors of my mind So when I tell you that loving me is like a haunted house Its fun to visit once a year but nobody ever wants to stay Please don't become just another tourist So when you ask me about my bad daysPlease do not be brash when I respond with silence "Tell me about the bad days" sounds eerily similar to the hushed discussion the neighbourhood kids have on the porch steps when they're trying to figure out who rings the doorbellYour love will not cure me, Please do not be fooled into thinking it will.