the face that stares back at me
from the toothpaste-flecked mirror
is empty.
salty tears flow from vacant eyes and screaming seems pointless.
my stomach aches and i want to vomit all the pain away.
i dig my fingernails into my palms just so i can feel the pain and know
i'm alive.
the red crescents etched on my hands sting
as i wipe away the tears that cloud my vision.
i can hear the sounds of birds singing,
& people talking,
yelling really,
& the other endless noises of an unknowing world.
i want to die.
i'm sick,
sick inside,
so sick.
all the pills in the world can't cure the sickness that's inside of me.