When did things get so bad?
Now I’m just another weepy emo chick
Writing poems to try and keep out all of this…sad?
What is this feeling?
I cannot place it any more.
Too strong to be apathy, too big to ignore.

Bile, I can feel it creeping up my throat.
And why?
Why feel this way?
My life is good.

I have enough food
(Though my body is always attempting to reject it)
I have nice clothes
(None that I feel very fetch in)
A warm bed to sleep in
(Not that I sleep all that much)

My fingers ache
For what I don’t know
Is this feeling confusion?
Can confusion cause pain?
Would clarity stop this feeling?

Dizzying delirium
I cannot th-th-think anymore.
It’s no fun.

This is what I’m reduced to
A weepy emo chick who can’t th-th-think
Robotically typing at her computer
Is this even a poem,
Or an illogical jumble of rumbling rambling thoughts?