Quote from admin on October 24, 2023, 12:34 pm

Neurologically it runs deeper than one could ever imagine

Physiologically it’s more tasking than one could possibly fathom

When this debilitating state is innate in every neuron and atom

It’s evident and plain to see that any interests are gone

That feeling any pleasure feels wrong

Stomaching any food is just a matter of being strong

At what rate can this continue because I’m begging that I don’t last long

Sleep is a byproduct that only comes in waves

It could last for days or be something that rarely stays

Struggling to figure out a relative pattern through a mental haze

I’m no more than a fucking rat in a maze

It’s getting harder each day just to move

Effectively at a standstill in a race I’m destined to lose

Now I walk slow, talk slow, and consequently, I hang my head low

Inadvertently there’s no more energy left to show

Diminished concentration interlaced with racing thoughts forever take their toll

It multiplies the disease that is fatigue which has overtaken my soul

An aimless fire takes all control

The flames of which are listlessness, worthlessness, and guilt that provide the fuel

In a world that’s out to get you but nonetheless forgets that you exist

While evil thoughts persist and so prominently insist

Forcing me to the point where I can no longer stand to exist

Beating on locked doors so I can finally be dismissed

All that’s actually left are reigning thoughts of death

Incessantly berating me and trenchantly choking out my last breath

Suicidal ideation, my very last guest

Now before my gravestone I dropped and knelt

Just trying to imagine in the end how all of this has felt

Tell me what were the odds of beating the odds with this hand that I was dealt

-Trench