im just quietly sad now.

with my feet going forward

and a fake smile for all of them.

i come home and take it off

and snuggle in,

but cant get warm.

and my eyes are sad.

i know they are,

but i can usually hold back the tears.

and my hands shake,

a little more,

but theyre rarely doing anything that matters,,

and sleep is fitful

and full of demons

but that really is nothing new..

im skinny.

and its not getting better

but nothing tastes good anymore.

and my heart is hurt.

too painfully to speak of

and so ive stopped, cause it just is.

and i no longer know what i want,

and i have no picture in my dream

and i know im not worth

the dandelion to dream on

so i dont bend to pick them

anymore.