Will I ever be ok?
They say I will.
They say this will pass.
I don’t believe them.
I get worse and worse and worse.
Unable to function much at all yet aware that there is further to fall.
I’m scared of the fall.
I don’t want to die.
Especially not in a violent, painful, bloody mess.
If I just knew that there is a future.
If I could just believe what they tell me but they lie.
This is a blip they say.
My whole fucking life is a blip.