Today is a rough one.
I feel chained to my desk.
Jumping out of my skin.
I want to let blood out.
No hope for the future.
Stuck in this position.
Physically I’m aching.
Mentally, hurting too.
Searching for bits of hope.
Hard with interruptions,
and I’m mad at myself.
Hate that I got stuck here.
I’m trying to fight it.
So much progress to lose.
Five months without a cut,
but will is weak today.
A fight to not give in.
Poetry
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