Almost Done

I went to the store today

I stood at the door and prayed

that I get through this okay

I feel the sweat dripping down my face

my palms are soaking wet

I don’t know if I can make it

I’m think I’m going to have to quit

but I’m the one that’ll take that hit

I promised my family a banana split

I wish I were invisible

I think this might be clinical

we are all just fictional

by now I’m sure this isn’t fixable

since

my existence is of tether

I’m not getting any better

I can’t battle this much longer

all of these meds, night talking after night

from this point on, its fight or flight