One more day

I lay in bed at night but haven’t slept for a week. Gravity is pulling from my lids and my sight is blurry. My hands are shaky and my nailpolish has dissolved under burning showers. I hide the darkpurple from underneath my eyes. My notesblocks are filled and my fingers are raw. White shirts with coffee stains and unfolded clothing are adding to the mess in my life. But I keep my head high and make it through another week. I tell myself ‘one more day’. One more day and it will al be alright, it will all be better. I’ll get you through, we will make it through the day. Survive and recover.

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