I hate this feeling that I have right now,

but I know it all too well.

My legs feel almost numb

and my chest feels heavy,

but I don’t know which is harder:

inhaling or exhaling.

My body is reluctant

either way, to move the air.

My head feels light

and I just want to crawl in bed,

but I know I won’t fall asleep.

I just don’t feel

like anything will make me better.

It isn’t like I’m up for that search

anyway; for what would make it better.

I’ll just slap on a smile like usual

and wait for the day

it ends.