Belly full, swollen in grief,
Gathering up the month of discomfort in my Womb,
My nerves agitated,
Ants running across my chest,
Shoulders heavy,
Wondering what this all is,
The blood will come and Bleed me out,
Shed this last Cycle of Torment,
The torment of friendships lost,
Of a depression that never leaves me,
This heavy weight of numb,
Void,
I’m Furious in my sadness.
In Confusion,
Why my Brain is left empty like this.
I’m tired,
The hours are the same again,
Never ending.