somebody close is sick

perpetual shivers

heavy heart

weighted eyelids

moistened lashes

I am gone.

devastation

nowhere to turn

I don't know what to ask for

no one knows how to support me

I'm not satisfied with anyone's attempt

they may as well save their breath and avoid the struggle

I'm not sure when things will look

up again, I'm not sure what

to do until then, which is

the scariest part

I'm dramatic

why do I continue to romanticize

when your responses are half-assed and unsatisfying

self-loathing ensues after another failed attempt

I have to stop trying