The Illness
I woke up feeling sick as hell
I didn’t know what the issue was
I went to sleep feeling perfectly fine
What was going on?
I didn’t know what to do
Should I
Wait it out?
Or should I go seek help
Help? Who is gonna help
Me
Seek help from whom?
I never liked going to the doctors
I avoided it at all costs
Not only ‘cause of the costs
But mainly the cost
Of discovering the truth
Finding out what’s actually wrong with
Me
Ignorance is bliss
And
I love it
Its comfortable
Its stable
Its constant
Kind of……
I never liked asking anyone for help
I don’t like depending on people
Because people;
They never fail
To let you down
Oh, there are some good people
Some
They don’t stick around for long
Go and come as they please
Remove themselves at their convenience
Throw away what you have
For all they want
As if you were not there
That is why
I don’t trust a soul
Put my hope in them
Time and time again
But what did they do?
Everything I had already foretold
I knew what the outcome would be
But why did I not stop
Why did I continue
The signs were glaring like a
Roadside flare
The signs were evident
But I was
Blinded
Looking into those flare lights
I lost my vision
I could not see
I was blinded by
Love
Love?
Ha
What does that even mean?
Well, I can’t answer that question
I don’t even know if it exists
Or if I’ll ever find it
Or if it will even find me
It could be real
Could be a figment of
Our imagination
And many
Emotions…
To be continued….
