I’m not feeling myself today
Lie in bed, motives decay
The blood work always shows up fine
Yet the weight still declines
Rest is well, well in need
Fight the urge, right now I mustn't sleep
Too many beers maybe I’ve drank
My mind again draws that numbing blank
Better to stumble around
Than to overwhelm myself another round
My feet are cold, got no appetite
Just another day to despite
Blue pills, I’m feeling vague
Another year I fight this plague
Unprepared, my eyes dried of crying
I am scared, but I am trying
Another doctor, another week
Again I lay my head on the leather seat
Evaluated and diagnosed
Another paper to write down where I go
Comfort me with a smile
Look down upon me after a while
Racing heart, a shocking glimpse
Panic attacks hit and miss
Hopefully I get home soon
Already winded by early afternoon
Unsteady hands, the wounds are deep
Underestimated, and low self-esteemed
Arguing with my mind
The Doctor says “Take your time”
But, Its taken time
One by one the days corrupt
Fatigued, and I am stuck
Neglect my cry for help
For I am young, and have my health
Lie back down and sleep the pain away
How many times must I say?
I’m not okay
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
the rythm of the poem dictates the message it entails, it is well written and well recieved