sick
the lump slides down my throat until it becomes a knot in my stomach and it all builds on itself and my insides cave in on each other. i tell myself it’ll all be over soon, it’ll all be okay. this is all a dream, this is all a dream, this is all a dream.. i wake up screaming and i never forget until i fall back asleep and have the same dream again. its a vicious cycle and you fit into it just perfectly. maybe if they knew they’d have warned you: she’s a plague, she’s a disease.