Days without eating
Days without sleeping
Days without speaking
The nights
Are the hardest
When the voices
Are the loudest
Days without eating
Days without sleeping
Days without speaking
Don't tell me it's okay
To not be okay
Then wince at everything I say
Don't tell me it's okay
To not be okay
Then wince at everything I say
Then wince at everything I say
Don't act like a confidant
If you're just going to get impatient
And make patronizing suggestions
It's not my life that's the problem
It's me
Days without eating
Days without sleeping
Days without speaking
If I could fix it like a broken limb
I would
If I could stop these thoughts and start again
I would
I would leap at the chance
But the chance, it does not exist
Some illnesses
They just have no fix
Listen to someone without judgment
