sometimes it’s like

i’m swaying on my feet

i know im not,

at least i don’t think i do,

the ground tilts beneath my feet

and dots sparkle in my vision

it’s that unbearable type of pain that you can’t feel

the kind that you want to find an excuse for

but you can’t

because it isn’t pain necessarily

it’s not anything

but you want to cry,

cry because you feel like you’re moving through jello

cry because your head isn’t hurting but something unbearable is happening in there

cry because you are so tired but you’ve already rested

cry because there’s nothing you can do

because you have to go to school tomorrow

can’t miss your spanish test

cry because there is no fever,

even though you’re shivering and sweating

cry because you can’t miss school

you’d miss too much

cry because what can you do except live the same miserable day every single day

wake up too early and go to bed too late

feel sick to your stomach and say nothing

it’s unbearable because there is nothing you can do