A patient.

Patient

The words

They don’t come anymore

I’m empty

An empty vessel of anxiety and nerves

A victim to my own disease

When did I become this

Where is myself

I thought I had found it

Every little step

Every little change

A tug on my heart

A punch

My pulse racing

My whole being rejecting it

I want love

but then I don’t

I want to live my life

But then I don’t

I want to want

And then I don’t

When did I become a patient?

My room a hospital room keeping me safe

And yet

Confining me in a prison of my own creation

I want to go out

I want to feel comfortable

I want to feel me

I want to be free

I want to

Just be.

That’s it

All I’ve ever wanted

All I’ve ever wanted to be

Is me.

Vagg. (Evangelia Glezou)

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