shut up
shame courses through my veins as if it were
the adrenaline i lack
that familiar sour taste in my mouth
and my head resting against the toilet seat
a tear runs down my cheek
i taste it
there’s no flavor
i’d wonder where it went but I don’t have the capacity
i hope my parents don’t find me here
they’d be so worried
i don’t want them to worry
all because of me
wherefore art thou, health
the health i’ve been told to maintain
the very same health i could never obtain
the health that’s evaded me
This poem is about:
Me