Chaos
My mind is overwhelmed drowning in a sea of confusion, frustration, and despair,
Grasping the sides of the cesspool trying to trying to stay above waste.
No one understands and it’s impossible to explain,
The ins and outs of this corrupt brain.
My soul is heavy. My spirit can’t fly.
All I can bare to do is sit in this dark room and cry.
The room is not dark enough cause I can still see myself.
When I see myself I know that I’m not strong enough and I have failed.
Disappointment sits in my belly and lives there,
Making me sick to my stomach.
I throw up fears and the stench of bile is everywhere.
My body hurts, my arms are tired, and my fingers slip.
I’m falling and go under,
No longer afraid of the result just seeking the rest.
The voices that haunt me grow faint and the quiet calms me.
Peace. Sleep. Gone.
-Cherlnell “Cookie” Battles
