The Void

'Happy' little piece about dealing with the emptiness that mental illness brings

It’s waking up with a sigh, yet another day,

It’s an alarm clock screaming, but in bed I want to stay.

It’s emptying pill boxes, I must phone and ask for more,

It’s food left untouched so my insides remain pure.

 

It’s a defective machine, computer wiring gone wrong,

It’s a helix spiralling down, its gravity pull is so strong.

It’s miserable clothes in a crumple on the floor,

It’s a constant battle, a raging war.