I’m not okay.

Something inside me broke.

I have no patience,

No empathy,

No honesty.

I am a lying excuse for a person,

Just lying lying lying.

I’m not okay,

I hate me.

I hate the thoughts that tell me

I hate me.

I’m scared of my own mind.

I’m scared of the ideas,

The plans,

The futures - or lack of -

That my head creates.

I’m scared of the violence,

The chaos,

The waves of pain and fear

That collide in my heart.

But mostly…

Mostly I’m scared of the void.

The void that I’m slipping into now.

The one that steals my tears,

My sorrow,

My fear,

My anger.

It takes everything.

I am nothing,

Nothing nothing nothing.

Then suddenly… it’s over.