I hear the ticking of the clock as life passes me by.
My screen is practically embedded in my dead dry eyes.
I’m scrolling, I’m scrolling, bored out of my mind.
Constant sharp pain courses through my body.
Sharp aches clawing at me, tearing me up inside
I wish I had a job, a salary,
But health isn’t something money can buy.
So I hum to myself to the beat of my heart
I reprimand myself because surely it can’t be that hard to do what you’re supposed to.
Push yourself more why don’t you.
But fuck I’m so tired.
I’m so tired of fighting this war on my own.
And I don’t know how to be kind to myself.
Stop hurting yourself
Stop hating yourself
Start loving yourself
I say that like it’s fucking easy.
Oh it is so not easy.
To be kind to yourself.
To be compassionate.
To be patient.
To walk the baby steps until I can run again.
Honey, I know it’s hard
Oh, I know it’s hard.
But baby, you’re alive.
You haven’t given up.
One breath at a time.
One step at a time.
Every second,
every minute,
every hour
is a new start.
is a new page.
So stay alive.
Stay alive.
Because your story,
our story,
Is going to be a delightful one.
