Virus

Sick
Wrecked with anxiety and ignorance
Tasting breakfast again and later moms spaghetti
So much confusion! What’s a girl gotta do?

Nothings in place, there’s no sense
Just drifting from here to there
Thoughts firing everywhere
Drowning in desire and impatience
Depression’s the name of this game

I’m in all spaces while staying still
Trapped in a edgy skin that won’t tear
Craving anything to subdue
The impossible tirade of think

Thinking thoughts relentless
Sinking feelings ruthless
Pills and thrills, people in heapfuls
Nothing mattering mutterings
Relief needed so desperately
A futile search

Keep playing the game
Cycles continue
Persistent moments that cannot be sustained
Begging to stop
“Ideas are like a virus”