by Kristina

Nothing helps
Music is painful
And silence is merely overbearing anxiety
My mind doesn’t quiet 
My heart doesn’t slow
Driving is obsessive and pathetic 
Always taking the long way home
Always looking for you somewhere 
Sleep is impossible 
It’s either next to nothing
Or I’m comatose
The exhaustion is overwhelming 
Simple tasks are anything but 
Every day is a different version
Of the same fucking thing
Nothing helps
Nothing makes an ounce of sense 
And I know not what I can
Or could possibly do
To fix myself