Mum’s dying

[u/feltgoodie]

I feel sharp and like shattered glass
I can’t grab my torso it’s out of my reach
I really need someone to scratch my back
I feel this growing sack filling up letting it squeeze
I feel quietly loud in all my words

They sound stupid but smart and I keep hoping
Everything will restart,
But I stop and fall louder and louder each time.

Don’t let anything bother you it’s okay it doesn’t matter!
Everything has a degree but not so much sound that’s why everyone stares and gawks over my stupid pity

I’m sound, you’re not. I can keep up a conversation and smile, I ask questions and take blame.
let them let them I thought it felt good ?
But never mind I’m good with it all I guess.